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 Botswana and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
The Saints,
David McCallum,
Pantytec,
Skarface,
The Leaves,
Fela Kuti,
Outsiders,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bill Wells,
Scrapy,
Bob Dylan,
Wolf Eyes,
Carl Craig,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Vladislav Delay,
Soul II Soul,
Ronnie Foster,
The Raincoats,
Saccharine Trust,
Mad Mike,
Yellowson,
Can,
Inner City,
Supertramp,
Liliput,
Scratch Acid,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ossler,
Half Japanese,
Ken Boothe,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Harry Pussy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Reuben Wilson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Funkadelic,
Sarah Menescal,
The Grass Roots,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Gap Band,
John Foxx,
Quantec,
Black Flag,
Jacob Miller,
Peter & Gordon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Khruangbin,
Mary Jane Girls,
Brick,
The Slits,
Thee Headcoats,
Moebius,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Slackers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mark Hollis,
Derrick May,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.