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 Slovakia 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 clarinet 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 Half Japanese to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus 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 güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Davy DMX,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
In Retrospect,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tommy Roe,
The American Breed,
Aloha Tigers,
Rapeman,
Amon Düül II,
Sound Behaviour,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Moby Grape,
Das Ding,
The Alarm Clocks,
Main Source,
the Fania All-Stars,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
New Order,
The Happenings,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jandek,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Dead C,
Eurythmics,
Excepter,
Suicide,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rosa Yemen,
Sällskapet,
Con Funk Shun,
Cluster,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gabor Szabo,
Camberwell Now,
Swell Maps,
Pylon,
Deadbeat,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mandrill,
Ituana,
Deepchord,
Connie Case,
MDC,
Los Fastidios,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Gun Club,
Althea and Donna,
Dual Sessions,
PIL,
Thompson Twins,
Essential Logic,
Yazoo,
Sugar Minott,
Bill Near,
Rites of Spring,
L. Decosne,
Saccharine Trust,
The Pop Group,
Cal Tjader,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.