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 Mozambique and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 theremin 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 Eden Ahbez to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. 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 a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Skarface,
Letta Mbulu,
Agitation Free,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sexual Harrassment,
Glenn Branca,
The Move,
Scott Walker,
Stiv Bators,
Harmonia,
Audionom,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Banda Bassotti,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sight & Sound,
David Axelrod,
Graham Central Station,
Con Funk Shun,
New York Dolls,
Country Teasers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Grey Daturas,
Young Marble Giants,
Can,
Niagra,
Barry Ungar,
Amon Düül II,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Kinks,
Bobby Byrd,
Intrusion,
Tomorrow,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ultra Naté,
Peter and Kerry,
Scan 7,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Gories,
Iggy Pop,
Liliput,
The Doors,
Siglo XX,
Delon & Dalcan,
X-101,
John Coltrane,
EPMD,
Massinfluence,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ornette Coleman,
Johnny Clarke,
Carl Craig,
Basic Channel,
Bob Dylan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Durutti Column,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Joy Division,
Quadrant,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.