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 Mauritius and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
The Move,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fatback Band,
LL Cool J,
Colin Newman,
the Association,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
10cc,
Soft Machine,
The Names,
The Busters,
Sister Nancy,
Cal Tjader,
48th St. Collective,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Procol Harum,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gil Scott Heron,
Magma,
June of 44,
Marvin Gaye,
Symarip,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nirvana,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Slick Rick,
Kerri Chandler,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Groovy Waters,
the Soft Cell,
Von Mondo,
The Walker Brothers,
Flash Fearless,
Dead Boys,
Alton Ellis,
Sixth Finger,
Todd Terry,
The Gories,
Mr. Review,
The Dead C,
Au Pairs,
Moby Grape,
The Dirtbombs,
Donny Hathaway,
Yaz,
Masters at Work,
Robert Görl,
The Remains,
Babytalk,
Negative Approach,
Camberwell Now,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eden Ahbez,
Wasted Youth,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Delta 5,
Joy Division,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Boredoms,
Black Moon,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.