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 Bolivia and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lightning Bolt to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Arcadia,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Music Machine,
The Pop Group,
Yellowson,
D'Angelo,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Grass Roots,
New York Dolls,
Delon & Dalcan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Remains,
Suburban Knight,
Pussy Galore,
Scientists,
Todd Terry,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Seeds,
Eric Dolphy,
Agent Orange,
Joyce Sims,
Angry Samoans,
June of 44,
Jeff Lynne,
Black Flag,
The Count Five,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kayak,
One Last Wish,
Michelle Simonal,
Outsiders,
Rapeman,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Porter Ricks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kas Product,
The Red Krayola,
Mad Mike,
Los Fastidios,
Funky Four + One,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Morten Harket,
Eden Ahbez,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Man Parrish,
Deadbeat,
Jeru the Damaja,
Charles Mingus,
Moby Grape,
Henry Cow,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Derrick Morgan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Livin' Joy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pylon,
Glenn Branca,
Supertramp,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The New Christs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.