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 San Marino and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 harpsichord 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 X-102 to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow 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?
Tommy Roe,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Doobie Brothers,
Donny Hathaway,
Trumans Water,
Archie Shepp,
Bronski Beat,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Absolute Body Control,
Gang of Four,
Reuben Wilson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Agitation Free,
Wire,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Oblivians,
Gichy Dan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Khruangbin,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Saints,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Barrington Levy,
Black Sheep,
The Index,
Sun Ra,
Pulsallama,
Outsiders,
Aloha Tigers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Severed Heads,
Quando Quango,
Skarface,
Quadrant,
Idris Muhammad,
Model 500,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Juan Atkins,
Gastr Del Sol,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Mojo Men,
This Heat,
D'Angelo,
Essential Logic,
Jacob Miller,
Kayak,
Amon Düül II,
Desert Stars,
Fela Kuti,
the Swans,
Peter & Gordon,
Sixth Finger,
Banda Bassotti,
Warren Ellis,
Warsaw,
Big Daddy Kane,
Spoonie Gee,
Mantronix,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Golliwogs,
Josef K,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.