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 Equatorial Guinea 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 spring reverb 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 Ohio Players to the punk 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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Motorama,
John Lydon,
The Last Poets,
Ossler,
Matthew Halsall,
Gichy Dan,
Excepter,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nirvana,
Stereo Dub,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pantaleimon,
Judy Mowatt,
The Gladiators,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Royal Trux,
Henry Cow,
The Motions,
Underground Resistance,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Susan Cadogan,
Von Mondo,
Moby Grape,
The Music Machine,
Max Romeo,
Flash Fearless,
The Stooges,
Section 25,
Soul II Soul,
Mary Jane Girls,
Liliput,
The Martian,
Suburban Knight,
Khruangbin,
Janne Schatter,
Maleditus Sound,
Robert Wyatt,
Bill Wells,
Swans,
The Black Dice,
Bobby Byrd,
a-ha,
the Swans,
The Modern Lovers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Swell Maps,
Pagans,
The Pretty Things,
The Litter,
The Kinks,
Deakin,
The Doors,
Con Funk Shun,
The Leaves,
Crime,
Reuben Wilson,
Television Personalities,
Babytalk,
Parry Music,
Sexual Harrassment,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.