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 Zambia and from Lille.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 chamberlin 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 Avey Tare to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Angry Samoans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sugar Minott,
Eddi Front,
Harmonia,
John Lydon,
Black Bananas,
Mo-Dettes,
Tomorrow,
Godley & Creme,
Smog,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bill Near,
David Bowie,
The Fall,
Ralphi Rosario,
La Düsseldorf,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bang On A Can,
a-ha,
Deadbeat,
James White and The Blacks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Charles Mingus,
Aaron Thompson,
The Trojans,
New York Dolls,
Von Mondo,
Gong,
Television,
Brothers Johnson,
Tommy Roe,
Terry Callier,
KRS-One,
Fad Gadget,
Flash Fearless,
Lower 48,
Bill Wells,
Sparks,
Boz Scaggs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mars,
Anakelly,
PIL,
The Cramps,
Oblivians,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Sonics,
Masters at Work,
The Neon Judgement,
U.S. Maple,
the Bar-Kays,
Crooked Eye,
The Monochrome Set,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Zero Boys,
Patti Smith,
Cal Tjader,
Colin Newman,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.