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 Bolivia and from Madrid.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Holger Czukay 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Eli Mardock,
Supertramp,
Panda Bear,
Organ,
Lalann,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Jeff Lynne,
Steve Hackett,
Aloha Tigers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bootsy Collins,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Siglo XX,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rosa Yemen,
The Velvet Underground,
Bronski Beat,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Walker Brothers,
The Blues Magoos,
Sonic Youth,
Isaac Hayes,
The Mojo Men,
Stockholm Monsters,
Glenn Branca,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Morten Harket,
Eden Ahbez,
Nirvana,
The New Christs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tommy Roe,
Main Source,
Robert Görl,
The Red Krayola,
Carl Craig,
Cluster,
Hardrive,
The Zeros,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Unrelated Segments,
Wolf Eyes,
Brand Nubian,
The Divine Comedy,
Rapeman,
Peter and Kerry,
Gang of Four,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pantaleimon,
Ultravox,
The Modern Lovers,
Cecil Taylor,
Jeff Mills,
Lalo Schifrin,
These Immortal Souls,
Jandek,
Underground Resistance,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.