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 Germany 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 guitar 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
LL Cool J,
New Age Steppers,
Patti Smith,
Lyres,
Pussy Galore,
One Last Wish,
Cybotron,
10cc,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Talk Talk,
Vladislav Delay,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gregory Isaacs,
Hasil Adkins,
Public Enemy,
Crime,
The Black Dice,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
World's Most,
Pole,
A Certain Ratio,
Al Stewart,
Bronski Beat,
Blake Baxter,
Mars,
Lalo Schifrin,
Janne Schatter,
the Sonics,
Yellowson,
James White and The Blacks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Audionom,
The Zeros,
Frankie Knuckles,
Q and Not U,
Henry Cow,
Deadbeat,
Zapp,
H. Thieme,
Qualms,
In Retrospect,
The American Breed,
Hashim,
R.M.O.,
Kayak,
Pharoah Sanders,
DJ Style,
Neil Young,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Deepchord,
Negative Approach,
Kas Product,
Suicide,
Arthur Verocai,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Boogie Down Productions,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.