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 Thailand and from Philadelphia.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Robert Palmer 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 Barclay James Harvest to the funk 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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Peter and Kerry,
Buzzcocks,
The Count Five,
Nirvana,
Second Layer,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kayak,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eric Dolphy,
Derrick Morgan,
The Buckinghams,
Kurtis Blow,
Minnie Riperton,
Kool Moe Dee,
Khruangbin,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Real Kids,
Scratch Acid,
This Heat,
Soft Machine,
Youth Brigade,
Amon Düül,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Move,
Cymande,
Bill Near,
Excepter,
Echospace,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sun City Girls,
Saccharine Trust,
Moebius,
Black Sheep,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Angry Samoans,
Pere Ubu,
the Slits,
Quantec,
The Blackbyrds,
Scrapy,
Vladislav Delay,
The Skatalites,
Siglo XX,
Maurizio,
Danielle Patucci,
Country Teasers,
Inner City,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Absolute Body Control,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Young Rascals,
Sister Nancy,
Alton Ellis,
New York Dolls,
Babytalk,
Gastr Del Sol,
Radiopuhelimet,
Crooked Eye,
Ornette Coleman,
Hasil Adkins,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jacob Miller,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.