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 Slovakia and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jeru the Damaja to the jazz 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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Slave,
New York Dolls,
Crispian St. Peters,
Liliput,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Simply Red,
Icehouse,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Yazoo,
Loose Ends,
Minny Pops,
The American Breed,
Ronnie Foster,
Ultimate Spinach,
Todd Terry,
Royal Trux,
cv313,
Black Moon,
The Smoke,
Boredoms,
Don Cherry,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Big Daddy Kane,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Grass Roots,
U.S. Maple,
The Kinks,
Glenn Branca,
The Names,
Cal Tjader,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nico,
Thee Headcoats,
Japan,
The Techniques,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Stetsasonic,
Fela Kuti,
The Victims,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Arcadia,
Au Pairs,
Wasted Youth,
Cheater Slicks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Amon Düül,
Tropical Tobacco,
Darondo,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Music Machine,
Gil Scott Heron,
Donald Byrd,
Mark Hollis,
Max Romeo,
Television,
Silicon Teens,
Barbara Tucker,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Chris Corsano,
Alton Ellis,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.