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 Mexico City.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Michael McDonald 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 Toni Rubio to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction 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 linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
In Retrospect,
Aural Exciters,
Kerri Chandler,
KRS-One,
Kenny Larkin,
Quadrant,
Pole,
The Cowsills,
Zapp,
Index,
Robert Hood,
Bobby Byrd,
Warsaw,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sex Pistols,
The Barracudas,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Archie Shepp,
Zero Boys,
Blake Baxter,
Davy DMX,
Althea and Donna,
Ornette Coleman,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Goldenarms,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Gap Band,
Cameo,
Oblivians,
Dark Day,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
H. Thieme,
Scratch Acid,
Iggy Pop,
Man Parrish,
Pylon,
Bang On A Can,
Lucky Dragons,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Isaac Hayes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Symarip,
Ponytail,
Agitation Free,
Roy Ayers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Buckinghams,
Brass Construction,
Quantec,
Qualms,
Eli Mardock,
Wolf Eyes,
Intrusion,
Minnie Riperton,
the Soft Cell,
The Velvet Underground,
L. Decosne,
Sonny Sharrock,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.