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 United Kingdom and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Royal Trux to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Janne Schatter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Rekid,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Slave,
Youth Brigade,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The New Christs,
The Blues Magoos,
The Move,
Harmonia,
Jandek,
The Angels of Light,
Prince Buster,
The United States of America,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Organ,
Yaz,
Idris Muhammad,
K-Klass,
Traffic Nightmare,
Main Source,
The Tremeloes,
The Techniques,
Kerrie Biddell,
Groovy Waters,
Nick Fraelich,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Index,
Bluetip,
The Litter,
The Fuzztones,
Boz Scaggs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dawn Penn,
The Associates,
Banda Bassotti,
the Bar-Kays,
ABBA,
Crooked Eye,
Todd Terry,
Sight & Sound,
Ultra Naté,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Flipper,
Supertramp,
KRS-One,
Rapeman,
Smog,
Johnny Osbourne,
Electric Prunes,
Flash Fearless,
Spoonie Gee,
Clear Light,
Bobby Womack,
X-101,
Marc Almond,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Joe Smooth,
The Mojo Men,
FM Einheit,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Little Man,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.