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 Luxembourg 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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 oboe 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 Josef K to the electroclash 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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
John Cale,
Ronnie Foster,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gang Starr,
Khruangbin,
Negative Approach,
Essential Logic,
Barry Ungar,
Chrome,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
A Certain Ratio,
Ornette Coleman,
The Associates,
Popol Vuh,
Suicide,
Grey Daturas,
Magazine,
Anthony Braxton,
Sister Nancy,
Whodini,
Maurizio,
EPMD,
Bootsy Collins,
Unwound,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Brand Nubian,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Wings,
Eric Dolphy,
Dual Sessions,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marvin Gaye,
Magma,
Flamin' Groovies,
Avey Tare,
Howard Jones,
Mad Mike,
The Durutti Column,
Darondo,
Johnny Clarke,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Hasil Adkins,
Connie Case,
Kevin Saunderson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Infiniti,
The Fall,
Toni Rubio,
Deakin,
Q and Not U,
The Skatalites,
Scan 7,
Don Cherry,
Au Pairs,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.