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 Albania and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Toni Rubio to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Roxy Music,
Sandy B,
Ronan,
Radiopuhelimet,
Con Funk Shun,
The Grass Roots,
Barbara Tucker,
OOIOO,
Flipper,
Tommy Roe,
Rufus Thomas,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Smoke,
Big Daddy Kane,
Soft Cell,
Blake Baxter,
Cecil Taylor,
Carl Craig,
Brass Construction,
Dark Day,
The Music Machine,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Electric Prunes,
Arcadia,
Junior Murvin,
Black Bananas,
E-Dancer,
Underground Resistance,
Stetsasonic,
DJ Sneak,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Unrelated Segments,
Freddie Wadling,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lebanon Hanover,
Slave,
This Heat,
Traffic Nightmare,
Donny Hathaway,
The Golliwogs,
The Gun Club,
Gichy Dan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Durutti Column,
The Index,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Gladiators,
Soft Machine,
Zapp,
Brand Nubian,
The J.B.'s,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rapeman,
Alice Coltrane,
Yaz,
The Selecter,
Ice-T,
Anakelly,
Ludus,
cv313,
The Zeros,
Bill Near,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.