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 Iceland and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 clarinet 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 The Divine Comedy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Japan,
Susan Cadogan,
Urselle,
Sam Rivers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Goldenarms,
Johnny Clarke,
Eric Copeland,
Soulsonic Force,
Black Sheep,
the Fania All-Stars,
Brand Nubian,
ABBA,
Soft Machine,
Yellowson,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Smoke,
La Düsseldorf,
The Residents,
The Invisible,
The Selecter,
Dennis Brown,
Depeche Mode,
Harpers Bizarre,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Underground Resistance,
Terry Callier,
Simply Red,
Gregory Isaacs,
Surgeon,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eli Mardock,
Iggy Pop,
the Bar-Kays,
Deadbeat,
Sarah Menescal,
Sun Ra,
The Saints,
Matthew Bourne,
Warren Ellis,
Vainqueur,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Man Parrish,
Young Marble Giants,
The Victims,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sparks,
Youth Brigade,
Blake Baxter,
Rekid,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Electric Prunes,
Letta Mbulu,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Aaron Thompson,
Pagans,
The Kinks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Buzzcocks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.