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 Spain and from Calgary.
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 Columbus and Shanghai.
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 Donald Fagen 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 Heaven 17 to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Fluxion,
Lungfish,
David Axelrod,
Mary Jane Girls,
LL Cool J,
Stereo Dub,
Black Bananas,
Bang On A Can,
Essential Logic,
Black Pus,
Marmalade,
CMW,
The Names,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Black Dice,
The Pop Group,
Camberwell Now,
Davy DMX,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Moby Grape,
X-101,
Quadrant,
Skarface,
The Toasters,
Stockholm Monsters,
Royal Trux,
Vainqueur,
The Music Machine,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Whodini,
Thee Headcoats,
Hoover,
Clear Light,
Ohio Players,
Dead Boys,
the Germs,
Franke,
Motorama,
Cecil Taylor,
The Zeros,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Porter Ricks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pantaleimon,
Q and Not U,
F. McDonald,
Grauzone,
Jeff Mills,
Freddie Wadling,
Minutemen,
a-ha,
World's Most,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Deakin,
John Lydon,
Amon Düül II,
Fela Kuti,
Tomorrow,
Rekid,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.