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 Denmark and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Doobie Brothers to the rap 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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Five Americans,
Animal Collective,
Livin' Joy,
Vainqueur,
The Dirtbombs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
DNA,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Liliput,
Severed Heads,
Kas Product,
Soul Sonic Force,
ABBA,
Lucky Dragons,
Mantronix,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tropical Tobacco,
Minor Threat,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nation of Ulysses,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pagans,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tommy Roe,
cv313,
Kenny Larkin,
Monolake,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cameo,
Crooked Eye,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mars,
The Smiths,
Mr. Review,
The Invisible,
The Toasters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Basic Channel,
Dark Day,
Schoolly D,
Lou Christie,
Patti Smith,
Letta Mbulu,
Royal Trux,
The Litter,
Pere Ubu,
Camberwell Now,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Warren Ellis,
Spoonie Gee,
Avey Tare,
Sun City Girls,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Normal,
Alison Limerick,
Circle Jerks,
Sandy B,
Barrington Levy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.