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 Niger and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Can to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Avey Tare,
Delta 5,
Television,
Toni Rubio,
Cymande,
Vainqueur,
Y Pants,
Ultravox,
Warsaw,
The Slits,
Bauhaus,
The Techniques,
Nirvana,
Prince Buster,
Gabor Szabo,
Mantronix,
The Cure,
AZ,
Talk Talk,
Fatback Band,
Q and Not U,
Panda Bear,
The Zeros,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eve St. Jones,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Half Japanese,
Unwound,
Swell Maps,
Bootsy Collins,
Main Source,
Blossom Toes,
Cheater Slicks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ronan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
B.T. Express,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Modern Lovers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Erykah Badu,
Agitation Free,
The Smoke,
Gang of Four,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Funky Four + One,
Dead Boys,
Tropical Tobacco,
Babytalk,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Hot Snakes,
Second Layer,
The Music Machine,
Depeche Mode,
Maleditus Sound,
DNA,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Basic Channel,
MC5,
Jacques Brel,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.