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 Kosovo and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 chamberlin 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 The Searchers to the rock 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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
This Heat,
Depeche Mode,
Sexual Harrassment,
Main Source,
Lightning Bolt,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nils Olav,
The Fuzztones,
Crooked Eye,
Neu!,
Jimmy McGriff,
Todd Rundgren,
The Barracudas,
The Blues Magoos,
Ronnie Foster,
Funkadelic,
Tommy Roe,
John Holt,
cv313,
Aswad,
Black Sheep,
The Five Americans,
Rod Modell,
The Gun Club,
Surgeon,
Zero Boys,
Soft Machine,
Aural Exciters,
Index,
Todd Terry,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
John Lydon,
AZ,
Siglo XX,
Gichy Dan,
Motorama,
the Swans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gang Gang Dance,
Visage,
Shuggie Otis,
Junior Murvin,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Thee Headcoats,
Yusef Lateef,
Boz Scaggs,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Moleskins,
Rites of Spring,
Agent Orange,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
KRS-One,
Bush Tetras,
Excepter,
Scrapy,
Nico,
Sam Rivers,
Lungfish,
Guru Guru,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.