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 Niger and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 marimba 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 Eric Copeland to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Negative Approach,
Dark Day,
Albert Ayler,
Juan Atkins,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Prince Buster,
Inner City,
Smog,
Lalo Schifrin,
a-ha,
Suburban Knight,
Vladislav Delay,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gang Gang Dance,
June Days,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gong,
Sex Pistols,
Black Flag,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Janne Schatter,
Rekid,
Stereo Dub,
Rod Modell,
Bobby Womack,
Wally Richardson,
Main Source,
David Bowie,
The Move,
Pantaleimon,
John Holt,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Minutemen,
Mr. Review,
Bill Near,
Fat Boys,
Faraquet,
Gichy Dan,
Camouflage,
In Retrospect,
the Fania All-Stars,
Masters at Work,
Magazine,
KRS-One,
Spandau Ballet,
Rhythm & Sound,
Marshall Jefferson,
Agitation Free,
Harmonia,
Bobby Byrd,
Aural Exciters,
Pierre Henry,
Tommy Roe,
Bauhaus,
The Grass Roots,
Adolescents,
John Cale,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dual Sessions,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.