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 Laos and from Mumbai.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 harpsichord 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sparks,
Unwound,
Saccharine Trust,
Gichy Dan,
The Skatalites,
The Human League,
Yusef Lateef,
The Happenings,
Ken Boothe,
Whodini,
Soft Cell,
Peter and Kerry,
Crash Course in Science,
Lungfish,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dark Day,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Techniques,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Black Bananas,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Slits,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rites of Spring,
Procol Harum,
Brass Construction,
Minnie Riperton,
Suburban Knight,
Rosa Yemen,
The Walker Brothers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Swans,
DJ Style,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bush Tetras,
Slick Rick,
New Age Steppers,
Heaven 17,
Yaz,
The Victims,
Dorothy Ashby,
Freddie Wadling,
Accadde A,
48th St. Collective,
Lebanon Hanover,
Quadrant,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scrapy,
Ponytail,
LL Cool J,
Skaos,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Motions,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tommy Roe,
The Buckinghams,
Flash Fearless,
Deepchord,
Ralphi Rosario,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.