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 Portugal and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the guitar 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 David McCallum to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Gabor Szabo,
Marine Girls,
Mantronix,
Bobby Byrd,
Khruangbin,
Marmalade,
Funky Four + One,
Joensuu 1685,
Slick Rick,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ohio Players,
Ossler,
Hardrive,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pharoah Sanders,
Black Pus,
Byron Stingily,
Brick,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Alphaville,
Hoover,
Judy Mowatt,
Gang Green,
Easy Going,
Letta Mbulu,
Unwound,
The Electric Prunes,
Dual Sessions,
The Martian,
Harpers Bizarre,
Prince Buster,
Brass Construction,
Robert Görl,
Symarip,
Quando Quango,
Little Man,
Josef K,
the Sonics,
EPMD,
In Retrospect,
Goldenarms,
Urselle,
Oblivians,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Drexciya,
Alton Ellis,
Davy DMX,
Deadbeat,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Negative Approach,
The Mummies,
Bauhaus,
Mad Mike,
DNA,
Country Teasers,
Warsaw,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.