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 Micronesia and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Intrusion to the jazz 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Joey Negro,
Mad Mike,
Patti Smith,
Silicon Teens,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sam Rivers,
Lalann,
Boogie Down Productions,
Quando Quango,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wings,
John Coltrane,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Cosmic Jokers,
MDC,
Susan Cadogan,
The American Breed,
Tears for Fears,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Sonics,
Mandrill,
Freddie Wadling,
a-ha,
Alton Ellis,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Boz Scaggs,
Delta 5,
Arthur Verocai,
Unrelated Segments,
Harpers Bizarre,
Malaria!,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Oblivians,
Joe Finger,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Suburban Knight,
Black Flag,
Au Pairs,
Deakin,
Cluster,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Skarface,
Don Cherry,
Drexciya,
Warsaw,
The Human League,
Robert Hood,
Tom Boy,
Wire,
Nico,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Stiv Bators,
DJ Style,
Second Layer,
Von Mondo,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.