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 Cambodia and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Moss Icon to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 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 an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
EPMD,
Patti Smith,
Grey Daturas,
Scratch Acid,
Arthur Verocai,
K-Klass,
The Five Americans,
48th St. Collective,
Albert Ayler,
Bang On A Can,
Faraquet,
The Buckinghams,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Barclay James Harvest,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Hasil Adkins,
Audionom,
Franke,
Aswad,
Warsaw,
The Young Rascals,
Tres Demented,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fad Gadget,
Ornette Coleman,
The Sonics,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Magma,
Peter & Gordon,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Fire Engines,
Dual Sessions,
The Sound,
Marine Girls,
The Real Kids,
MDC,
U.S. Maple,
World's Most,
The Slackers,
Ken Boothe,
Neil Young,
Animal Collective,
Mad Mike,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fela Kuti,
Howard Jones,
Jeru the Damaja,
John Lydon,
Brick,
Soft Cell,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Thee Headcoats,
Lyres,
Godley & Creme,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Essential Logic,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.