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 Nigeria and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Soulsonic Force 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Blossom Toes,
Amon Düül,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Monks,
The Moleskins,
Livin' Joy,
John Cale,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The J.B.'s,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Walker Brothers,
Lucky Dragons,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Deadbeat,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Martian,
Public Enemy,
Symarip,
Drexciya,
Shoche,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Swell Maps,
Tim Buckley,
The Mighty Diamonds,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sound Behaviour,
Black Sheep,
Tommy Roe,
Bobby Sherman,
Ken Boothe,
Ultra Naté,
Al Stewart,
Urselle,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Subhumans,
Kurtis Blow,
The Index,
Crash Course in Science,
Tomorrow,
Motorama,
Todd Terry,
Judy Mowatt,
AZ,
Ice-T,
The Count Five,
The Sound,
E-Dancer,
Ultimate Spinach,
Siglo XX,
Glambeats Corp.,
Icehouse,
Jerry's Kids,
World's Most,
The Misunderstood,
Eric Copeland,
Sonic Youth,
Janne Schatter,
Patti Smith,
Stetsasonic,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.