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 Samoa and from London.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Lou Reed 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 The Five Americans to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Animal Collective,
Dennis Brown,
Cecil Taylor,
Faust,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Alton Ellis,
Avey Tare,
Thee Headcoats,
Echospace,
The Real Kids,
Spandau Ballet,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Groovy Waters,
Marshall Jefferson,
Guru Guru,
The Vogues,
Sällskapet,
Half Japanese,
Reuben Wilson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Harpers Bizarre,
Harmonia,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eden Ahbez,
Lightning Bolt,
Zero Boys,
H. Thieme,
Cluster,
Severed Heads,
Suburban Knight,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
kango's stein massive,
Circle Jerks,
EPMD,
Joyce Sims,
The Monks,
E-Dancer,
Man Parrish,
Clear Light,
The Alarm Clocks,
PIL,
Warsaw,
Jimmy McGriff,
Freddie Wadling,
Rosa Yemen,
Hardrive,
Todd Terry,
Gang of Four,
David Axelrod,
Toni Rubio,
Gastr Del Sol,
Basic Channel,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Index,
The Kinks,
Monks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.
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.