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 Zimbabwe and from Stockholm.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 808 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 The Martian to the electroclash 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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Magazine,
Jeff Lynne,
Charles Mingus,
Gastr Del Sol,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Sound,
Gang of Four,
Pantytec,
Amazonics,
F. McDonald,
The Busters,
U.S. Maple,
Black Sheep,
Bobby Womack,
Mission of Burma,
Public Image Ltd.,
EPMD,
Kenny Larkin,
Skriet,
Derrick May,
Arab on Radar,
The Five Americans,
Marc Almond,
X-Ray Spex,
Theoretical Girls,
Black Moon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Kinks,
Donny Hathaway,
The Associates,
Laurel Aitken,
Josef K,
Kayak,
Kevin Saunderson,
Saccharine Trust,
The Mummies,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Young Rascals,
The Leaves,
Neil Young,
Smog,
Rotary Connection,
The Litter,
Depeche Mode,
Aloha Tigers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Arthur Verocai,
Grauzone,
Jawbox,
Y Pants,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Interpol,
Mo-Dettes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pulsallama,
Tom Boy,
Panda Bear,
Lightning Bolt,
Unwound,
Drexciya,
Subhumans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.