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 Pakistan and from London.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 oboe 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 Robert Hood to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Eddi Front,
Livin' Joy,
Brand Nubian,
The Cowsills,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Tremeloes,
The Selecter,
Tropical Tobacco,
Grauzone,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Newcleus,
Echospace,
The New Christs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Wire,
Derrick May,
Blossom Toes,
Gong,
Accadde A,
Supertramp,
The Dead C,
Stereo Dub,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
T.S.O.L.,
Buzzcocks,
Aaron Thompson,
Ohio Players,
Thee Headcoats,
Derrick Morgan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Das Ding,
Prince Buster,
Lindisfarne,
kango's stein massive,
Jandek,
Sugar Minott,
Pharoah Sanders,
Circle Jerks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Desert Stars,
Pantytec,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Searchers,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Velvet Underground,
Panda Bear,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Crash Course in Science,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bush Tetras,
Porter Ricks,
Radiohead,
Procol Harum,
Oblivians,
Letta Mbulu,
Erasure,
Pylon,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.