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 Kuwait and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 8 Eyed Spy to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Unrelated Segments,
Aaron Thompson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Swell Maps,
Los Fastidios,
Warsaw,
Lightning Bolt,
the Germs,
Ossler,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Spandau Ballet,
Faraquet,
Grey Daturas,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eurythmics,
Lou Christie,
Sister Nancy,
The Birthday Party,
R.M.O.,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eric Copeland,
Judy Mowatt,
Camouflage,
Rapeman,
Eden Ahbez,
The Five Americans,
The Misunderstood,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pussy Galore,
Brand Nubian,
Charles Mingus,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lakeside,
Mr. Review,
The Kinks,
The Smiths,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rakim,
Mo-Dettes,
The New Christs,
Subhumans,
Todd Rundgren,
Junior Murvin,
Marc Almond,
The Golliwogs,
The Mummies,
Vladislav Delay,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Blancmange,
Roy Ayers,
Matthew Bourne,
Interpol,
The Busters,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dawn Penn,
The American Breed,
Bluetip,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.