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 Mali and from Mexico City.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Junior Murvin to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
The Star Department,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Move,
Danielle Patucci,
Sun Ra,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Unrelated Segments,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Sonics,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Archie Shepp,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jandek,
Joensuu 1685,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mo-Dettes,
Reuben Wilson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Crispy Ambulance,
Monks,
The Litter,
Judy Mowatt,
Colin Newman,
Traffic Nightmare,
Faust,
James White and The Blacks,
Liliput,
Ultravox,
Yaz,
Black Sheep,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Raincoats,
The Angels of Light,
Laurel Aitken,
the Normal,
The Moody Blues,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
D'Angelo,
Shuggie Otis,
Howard Jones,
Lungfish,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
T.S.O.L.,
Y Pants,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eurythmics,
Gang Green,
Animal Collective,
Leonard Cohen,
U.S. Maple,
Barbara Tucker,
Brick,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sugar Minott,
Underground Resistance,
Swans,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.