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 Serbia and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 sitar 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk 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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Inner City,
Soft Machine,
The Doobie Brothers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Johnny Clarke,
Joy Division,
The Gap Band,
The Durutti Column,
L. Decosne,
DNA,
KRS-One,
Jacob Miller,
Faust,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Martian,
The Skatalites,
The Young Rascals,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Cramps,
In Retrospect,
Livin' Joy,
48th St. Collective,
Public Image Ltd.,
Scrapy,
The Gun Club,
Sällskapet,
The Slits,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bill Near,
the Association,
Radiopuhelimet,
Terry Callier,
Accadde A,
Metal Thangz,
Silicon Teens,
Michelle Simonal,
The Wake,
Brand Nubian,
Charles Mingus,
Babytalk,
Lucky Dragons,
UT,
Main Source,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cymande,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Flash Fearless,
Easy Going,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Surgeon,
Unrelated Segments,
Ponytail,
Blancmange,
Symarip,
Juan Atkins,
the Germs,
Sister Nancy,
Youth Brigade,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.