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 Kiribati and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Robert Palmer 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 cv313 to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Howard Jones,
Niagra,
Thompson Twins,
James White and The Blacks,
Tears for Fears,
Isaac Hayes,
Technova,
Boogie Down Productions,
Roy Ayers,
Loose Ends,
Japan,
Brass Construction,
Chris Corsano,
The Birthday Party,
Dead Boys,
Jeff Mills,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Stooges,
Cecil Taylor,
Nirvana,
Electric Prunes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
China Crisis,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dark Day,
The Fugs,
The Buckinghams,
Pantytec,
Quando Quango,
Ultra Naté,
Country Teasers,
Adolescents,
Radiohead,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kevin Saunderson,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Sound,
Whodini,
Bad Manners,
Cymande,
The Names,
Trumans Water,
Symarip,
the Soft Cell,
The Barracudas,
Urselle,
World's Most,
Qualms,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marvin Gaye,
10cc,
Harmonia,
Joey Negro,
Skaos,
Animal Collective,
The Monks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nas,
The Golliwogs,
Althea and Donna,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.