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 Portugal and from Philadelphia.
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 Philadelphia and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Mandrill to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Rapeman,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Underground Resistance,
Aaron Thompson,
AZ,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nils Olav,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Normal,
Groovy Waters,
CMW,
EPMD,
Roxette,
Byron Stingily,
Funkadelic,
The Moody Blues,
Monolake,
Aural Exciters,
Index,
Crime,
R.M.O.,
Minny Pops,
Zapp,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Vainqueur,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pagans,
Jeru the Damaja,
Youth Brigade,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gichy Dan,
Pulsallama,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Matthew Bourne,
The Moleskins,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nirvana,
The Five Americans,
One Last Wish,
Donald Byrd,
Nick Fraelich,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Evens,
Soft Cell,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Robert Görl,
Trumans Water,
Malaria!,
Livin' Joy,
Y Pants,
Bobby Byrd,
Hoover,
The Velvet Underground,
Moebius,
Masters at Work,
Frankie Knuckles,
Thompson Twins,
The Smoke,
The Sonics,
Fluxion,
F. McDonald,
Graham Central Station,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.