Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Barbados and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Gang Starr to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Maurizio,
Tres Demented,
the Slits,
Eric Copeland,
Yellowson,
MC5,
Malaria!,
Echospace,
Crime,
Soul II Soul,
The Electric Prunes,
Amon Düül II,
Loose Ends,
Robert Wyatt,
cv313,
Ponytail,
Derrick May,
Sister Nancy,
Subhumans,
AZ,
Mantronix,
Quando Quango,
Lalo Schifrin,
Minor Threat,
Suburban Knight,
Royal Trux,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eurythmics,
K-Klass,
Second Layer,
The Smiths,
Motorama,
Lakeside,
Eddi Front,
the Soft Cell,
The Seeds,
a-ha,
Roxette,
Depeche Mode,
The Dead C,
Robert Hood,
Alison Limerick,
Scan 7,
Livin' Joy,
Swans,
The Cramps,
Magazine,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kevin Saunderson,
Colin Newman,
Crispy Ambulance,
Juan Atkins,
Peter & Gordon,
Soul Sonic Force,
The J.B.'s,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pole,
Barbara Tucker,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sparks,
PIL,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.