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 Marshall Islands and from Manila.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Symarip to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Residents. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Easy Going,
Brothers Johnson,
Joe Finger,
Bobby Womack,
Morten Harket,
The Fuzztones,
Wolf Eyes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Flipper,
the Fania All-Stars,
Shoche,
The Fire Engines,
Heaven 17,
The Walker Brothers,
Neu!,
Gang Green,
Zero Boys,
Sam Rivers,
Qualms,
Trumans Water,
Pierre Henry,
Ornette Coleman,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fifty Foot Hose,
New Order,
Duran Duran,
Stereo Dub,
Connie Case,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nas,
Marcia Griffiths,
Boredoms,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
FM Einheit,
Joey Negro,
Patti Smith,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The J.B.'s,
Tim Buckley,
Procol Harum,
Royal Trux,
Alton Ellis,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Sonics,
The Seeds,
Radio Birdman,
Index,
Mary Jane Girls,
Reagan Youth,
Public Enemy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
LL Cool J,
The Trojans,
Boz Scaggs,
Marc Almond,
Circle Jerks,
James White and The Blacks,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.