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 Dominica 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 In Retrospect to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
David McCallum,
Buzzcocks,
Erasure,
Don Cherry,
Stereo Dub,
Black Bananas,
Henry Cow,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The United States of America,
Judy Mowatt,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
T.S.O.L.,
The Human League,
Eric Dolphy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
LL Cool J,
The Young Rascals,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Delon & Dalcan,
Moebius,
Circle Jerks,
Todd Terry,
The Vogues,
Schoolly D,
The Blues Magoos,
Symarip,
Minnie Riperton,
Camberwell Now,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Massinfluence,
Kayak,
the Soft Cell,
The Music Machine,
Ultra Naté,
Althea and Donna,
Young Marble Giants,
the Fania All-Stars,
Chris Corsano,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pussy Galore,
Excepter,
The Velvet Underground,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Basic Channel,
Minutemen,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Kinks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Aural Exciters,
Freddie Wadling,
Mars,
The New Christs,
KRS-One,
Zero Boys,
The Happenings,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.