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 Maldives and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Sam Rivers to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Eurythmics,
Cameo,
Public Image Ltd.,
World's Most,
Lightning Bolt,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Harry Pussy,
Carl Craig,
Derrick Morgan,
Mo-Dettes,
Letta Mbulu,
Steve Hackett,
Dave Gahan,
Swans,
The Martian,
Television,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Human League,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Electric Prunes,
Scientists,
Bush Tetras,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sällskapet,
The Black Dice,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sonic Youth,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
JFA,
Lower 48,
Dorothy Ashby,
Skarface,
The Toasters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
CMW,
Siglo XX,
Gregory Isaacs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
This Heat,
Animal Collective,
Brick,
Rakim,
Moss Icon,
Traffic Nightmare,
Loose Ends,
The Smoke,
Motorama,
Mandrill,
Brand Nubian,
Visage,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eric Dolphy,
Bob Dylan,
Moby Grape,
June of 44,
Black Pus,
Jawbox,
Franke,
The Dirtbombs,
Lebanon Hanover,
Second Layer,
kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive.
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.