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 Sweden and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Colin Newman 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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Magma,
Darondo,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cymande,
Infiniti,
Lebanon Hanover,
Barrington Levy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pere Ubu,
K-Klass,
Deakin,
Newcleus,
Second Layer,
Audionom,
DJ Sneak,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Doors,
Eve St. Jones,
Quadrant,
The Sound,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Frankie Knuckles,
Massinfluence,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Martian,
The Seeds,
H. Thieme,
Youth Brigade,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Little Man,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Smoke,
Roy Ayers,
The United States of America,
Tomorrow,
Peter and Kerry,
La Düsseldorf,
The Music Machine,
Thompson Twins,
Scientists,
Iggy Pop,
Vladislav Delay,
Kaleidoscope,
Agitation Free,
The Residents,
The American Breed,
Brick,
The Five Americans,
The Black Dice,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ultravox,
The Barracudas,
Joey Negro,
Hashim,
Bill Wells,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Gap Band,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.