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 Barbados and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Martian to the punk 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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
The Star Department,
Chris Corsano,
The Walker Brothers,
Peter and Kerry,
The Toasters,
Rekid,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Sound,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Suicide,
Fat Boys,
Agitation Free,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Japan,
Maurizio,
Roxette,
Grandmaster Flash,
Y Pants,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Panda Bear,
Connie Case,
Harmonia,
The Moleskins,
The Offenders,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Roger Hodgson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lightning Bolt,
Slick Rick,
The Victims,
Mr. Review,
Mission of Burma,
Cal Tjader,
the Normal,
Black Sheep,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Gories,
The Fortunes,
The Smoke,
Lou Reed,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Roy Ayers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Dirtbombs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Max Romeo,
Rufus Thomas,
Tubeway Army,
Camberwell Now,
Visage,
Pere Ubu,
Tim Buckley,
X-102,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.