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 Tanzania and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ajijia Myrayebe 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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
The Doobie Brothers,
ABC,
Bobby Womack,
Cecil Taylor,
Country Teasers,
Fatback Band,
The Monks,
Iggy Pop,
U.S. Maple,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kerri Chandler,
Scott Walker,
Connie Case,
These Immortal Souls,
Fela Kuti,
The Moleskins,
Flipper,
Jeff Mills,
Qualms,
The Mummies,
Lucky Dragons,
The Remains,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Zero Boys,
Sun Ra,
a-ha,
Stereo Dub,
Jawbox,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sugar Minott,
Scrapy,
LL Cool J,
La Düsseldorf,
Cheater Slicks,
Saccharine Trust,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Tremeloes,
Mandrill,
Procol Harum,
Sound Behaviour,
Wally Richardson,
Sarah Menescal,
The Five Americans,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Alison Limerick,
Juan Atkins,
Cameo,
Soft Machine,
The Fire Engines,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dorothy Ashby,
Absolute Body Control,
The Young Rascals,
Alton Ellis,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Robert Hood,
Gang Starr,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.