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 Nepal and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Glasgow.
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 marimba 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 Radio Birdman to the techno 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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Brass Construction,
the Bar-Kays,
The Detroit Cobras,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Television,
Fatback Band,
Das Ding,
Bob Dylan,
Main Source,
Neil Young,
Thompson Twins,
Kool Moe Dee,
Average White Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Doors,
Kevin Saunderson,
John Holt,
Model 500,
Bobby Sherman,
Aaron Thompson,
Trumans Water,
The Mojo Men,
Monks,
Ultimate Spinach,
In Retrospect,
Stetsasonic,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Birthday Party,
Marmalade,
Graham Central Station,
Lee Hazlewood,
Radiohead,
The Alarm Clocks,
Black Moon,
Circle Jerks,
Tommy Roe,
Jeff Lynne,
The Searchers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Royal Trux,
Crooked Eye,
John Foxx,
Livin' Joy,
Newcleus,
Lower 48,
Aswad,
The Young Rascals,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pylon,
Unrelated Segments,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Henry Cow,
The Vogues,
Negative Approach,
Q and Not U,
Gong,
Sun City Girls,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.