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 Korea South and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Yusef Lateef to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
The Birthday Party,
Todd Rundgren,
Underground Resistance,
Lyres,
Radio Birdman,
Panda Bear,
Mantronix,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Spandau Ballet,
Supertramp,
Zapp,
Junior Murvin,
Nirvana,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Misunderstood,
Pet Shop Boys,
Audionom,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Carl Craig,
The Happenings,
Nick Fraelich,
Glambeats Corp.,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
F. McDonald,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Stereo Dub,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Godley & Creme,
Chris Corsano,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tres Demented,
Pole,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Flamin' Groovies,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pere Ubu,
Eli Mardock,
Dark Day,
Sixth Finger,
Tubeway Army,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Altered Images,
Monks,
Eden Ahbez,
Sex Pistols,
Wasted Youth,
the Swans,
Clear Light,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Velvet Underground,
Soft Machine,
Lou Reed,
The Buckinghams,
Girls At Our Best!,
New Age Steppers,
Lou Christie,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Gories,
Sonny Sharrock,
Model 500,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.