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 Ukraine and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 linndrum 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 Unrelated Segments to the funk 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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vaughan Mason & Crew record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ornette Coleman,
Sun City Girls,
Black Flag,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Fortunes,
Pylon,
The Monks,
Essential Logic,
Smog,
Thompson Twins,
MDC,
The Stooges,
Albert Ayler,
These Immortal Souls,
Gang Gang Dance,
Aaron Thompson,
Second Layer,
Sex Pistols,
Eurythmics,
Marmalade,
Aural Exciters,
Qualms,
Lightning Bolt,
Maleditus Sound,
John Lydon,
Brass Construction,
F. McDonald,
Tears for Fears,
Sound Behaviour,
Jacques Brel,
Sällskapet,
E-Dancer,
Cheater Slicks,
The Barracudas,
Barbara Tucker,
Tom Boy,
New Age Steppers,
Severed Heads,
Bobby Sherman,
Yazoo,
Freddie Wadling,
Mars,
Robert Wyatt,
Eric Copeland,
The Busters,
Gang of Four,
The Durutti Column,
The Remains,
Section 25,
The Index,
Jandek,
Von Mondo,
Byron Stingily,
Royal Trux,
The Moody Blues,
Nico,
The Martian,
Warren Ellis,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.