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 Grenada and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Glasgow.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Tropical Tobacco to the disco 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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Symarip,
Idris Muhammad,
Rod Modell,
Electric Prunes,
Loose Ends,
X-102,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Au Pairs,
Marmalade,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Flash Fearless,
Ultravox,
Massinfluence,
Subhumans,
Alice Coltrane,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Malaria!,
Gang Green,
Cecil Taylor,
New Age Steppers,
DJ Style,
Adolescents,
Mad Mike,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ronan,
Television,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Stetsasonic,
Unwound,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Urselle,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rapeman,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Neil Young,
Pierre Henry,
Donald Byrd,
Rosa Yemen,
Porter Ricks,
Bootsy Collins,
Pole,
Kerrie Biddell,
Alton Ellis,
Dead Boys,
Drive Like Jehu,
Y Pants,
the Sonics,
Tommy Roe,
cv313,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Neon Judgement,
Dual Sessions,
Barrington Levy,
Popol Vuh,
June Days,
Infiniti,
Joyce Sims,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ponytail,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.