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 Belarus and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Thompson Twins to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Fatback Band,
Warren Ellis,
Tommy Roe,
Pole,
The Toasters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Gun Club,
Angry Samoans,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eric Dolphy,
Junior Murvin,
The Young Rascals,
Robert Hood,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
cv313,
The Durutti Column,
Iggy Pop,
Crispian St. Peters,
B.T. Express,
Babytalk,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
David McCallum,
New Order,
June of 44,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Funkadelic,
Tropical Tobacco,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marine Girls,
Saccharine Trust,
Yaz,
Toni Rubio,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Clear Light,
Severed Heads,
Nick Fraelich,
Gichy Dan,
The Smoke,
Lee Hazlewood,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Gories,
Magma,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pylon,
Eden Ahbez,
DNA,
Quadrant,
Sam Rivers,
Sight & Sound,
Ornette Coleman,
Con Funk Shun,
Barrington Levy,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Flesh Eaters,
Reuben Wilson,
Hot Snakes,
Nico,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.