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 Mali and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the sitar 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 Stockholm Monsters to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Pagans,
Adolescents,
Brass Construction,
Maleditus Sound,
Surgeon,
The Electric Prunes,
Cymande,
Mo-Dettes,
Sex Pistols,
The Evens,
Gang Starr,
Lyres,
Unrelated Segments,
Swell Maps,
Monolake,
Sam Rivers,
Oblivians,
The Buckinghams,
Dawn Penn,
Sun Ra,
Barrington Levy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Colin Newman,
Lou Christie,
Ultimate Spinach,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Livin' Joy,
Liliput,
Siglo XX,
ABBA,
Dennis Brown,
48th St. Collective,
Barclay James Harvest,
AZ,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Toasters,
Funkadelic,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kaleidoscope,
Lucky Dragons,
Interpol,
Japan,
Sällskapet,
Crispy Ambulance,
Symarip,
Sun City Girls,
Pantytec,
Ten City,
The Smoke,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sandy B,
Soul II Soul,
The Human League,
The Dirtbombs,
Alton Ellis,
X-Ray Spex,
Rod Modell,
Bad Manners,
Davy DMX,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.