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 Somalia and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gichy Dan to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Maurizio,
Scion,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Henry Cow,
Bill Wells,
Barry Ungar,
Sarah Menescal,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Evens,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mars,
Shoche,
Jeff Lynne,
Godley & Creme,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bang On A Can,
Lalann,
Q and Not U,
Von Mondo,
Television Personalities,
The Moody Blues,
Faust,
The Stooges,
Scratch Acid,
Blancmange,
The Golliwogs,
Outsiders,
The Last Poets,
Circle Jerks,
Jawbox,
Stockholm Monsters,
Deadbeat,
Yaz,
Rites of Spring,
Y Pants,
the Fania All-Stars,
Juan Atkins,
Soul II Soul,
The Standells,
Section 25,
A Certain Ratio,
Drive Like Jehu,
Livin' Joy,
Peter & Gordon,
kango's stein massive,
Hardrive,
Lou Reed,
Johnny Osbourne,
Maleditus Sound,
Chris Corsano,
The Human League,
Cluster,
Hashim,
Lungfish,
Joey Negro,
Barbara Tucker,
The Cure,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.