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 St Lucia 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Alarm Clocks to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Rod Modell,
The Happenings,
Nico,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Agent Orange,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sarah Menescal,
Massinfluence,
Rufus Thomas,
a-ha,
Von Mondo,
La Düsseldorf,
Dual Sessions,
Suburban Knight,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Barry Ungar,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Byron Stingily,
H. Thieme,
Essential Logic,
Crooked Eye,
Pulsallama,
The Sound,
Kool Moe Dee,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bronski Beat,
Pagans,
Robert Wyatt,
Boz Scaggs,
UT,
Fear,
The Raincoats,
Public Enemy,
Gang Green,
The Toasters,
Thompson Twins,
DJ Style,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Seeds,
Roy Ayers,
Intrusion,
Bauhaus,
Neu!,
L. Decosne,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Althea and Donna,
Jandek,
Trumans Water,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Unrelated Segments,
Brick,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Cure,
Yellowson,
Theoretical Girls,
Sparks,
U.S. Maple,
The Golliwogs,
Bob Dylan,
The Beau Brummels,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.