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 Ecuador and from New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Tim Buckley to the jazz 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Sugar Minott,
Agent Orange,
DJ Sneak,
Sonny Sharrock,
Clear Light,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eden Ahbez,
The Smoke,
The Motions,
Bad Manners,
Jeru the Damaja,
Alphaville,
The Leaves,
Organ,
Jawbox,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Funky Four + One,
Motorama,
Idris Muhammad,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Yusef Lateef,
Reagan Youth,
Quando Quango,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Franke,
Colin Newman,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
New Order,
Delon & Dalcan,
Freddie Wadling,
Pulsallama,
The New Christs,
Roxy Music,
the Bar-Kays,
Eddi Front,
Swell Maps,
Alison Limerick,
The Raincoats,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Minutemen,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pantytec,
Lungfish,
Bobby Sherman,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sixth Finger,
Siglo XX,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Faraquet,
Half Japanese,
Los Fastidios,
H. Thieme,
Girls At Our Best!,
Henry Cow,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Trumans Water,
Suburban Knight,
Rufus Thomas,
Steve Hackett,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.