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 Swaziland and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 spring reverb 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 The Tremeloes to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ornette Coleman,
Radiohead,
The Toasters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pole,
Guru Guru,
the Bar-Kays,
Ultra Naté,
Drive Like Jehu,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Smog,
Zapp,
Sarah Menescal,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Roy Ayers,
Gabor Szabo,
Brothers Johnson,
Rod Modell,
The Fugs,
Eric Dolphy,
Howard Jones,
Darondo,
Ultimate Spinach,
New Order,
Das Ding,
Letta Mbulu,
Nico,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
LL Cool J,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Toni Rubio,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pagans,
The Sonics,
Quadrant,
Liliput,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Anthony Braxton,
Blake Baxter,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Human League,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Erasure,
The Skatalites,
Joensuu 1685,
Todd Terry,
The Buckinghams,
Jeru the Damaja,
Arcadia,
Crime,
Yusef Lateef,
Sound Behaviour,
T.S.O.L.,
The Last Poets,
Scratch Acid,
Throbbing Gristle,
Peter and Kerry,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kenny Larkin,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.