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 Ireland and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 organ 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 Pierre Henry to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Wake. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Oneida,
The Detroit Cobras,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Agent Orange,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jawbox,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The J.B.'s,
Terrestrial Tones,
Max Romeo,
Grauzone,
Urselle,
The Wake,
Junior Murvin,
Intrusion,
The Cramps,
Mandrill,
Silicon Teens,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fatback Band,
Rakim,
Yaz,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rosa Yemen,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Magazine,
Arthur Verocai,
The Moody Blues,
Underground Resistance,
Jandek,
Roxy Music,
Ohio Players,
The Misunderstood,
The Golliwogs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fad Gadget,
Susan Cadogan,
T. Rex,
Girls At Our Best!,
Hot Snakes,
Easy Going,
Swans,
Jacob Miller,
Agitation Free,
Neu!,
Barclay James Harvest,
Youth Brigade,
Boz Scaggs,
Slick Rick,
Little Man,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Whodini,
The Music Machine,
The Five Americans,
Warren Ellis,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.