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 Solomon Islands and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Wake,
The Red Krayola,
Cybotron,
Smog,
The Martian,
Roy Ayers,
Idris Muhammad,
Althea and Donna,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Wolf Eyes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Man Parrish,
Reagan Youth,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Minny Pops,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Wally Richardson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Dirtbombs,
Dual Sessions,
Masters at Work,
Q65,
Lungfish,
Jeru the Damaja,
Malaria!,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cymande,
the Bar-Kays,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mars,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pylon,
Ten City,
Harpers Bizarre,
Intrusion,
Sixth Finger,
Surgeon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cluster,
Moss Icon,
The Young Rascals,
Robert Görl,
Don Cherry,
Model 500,
Pussy Galore,
Au Pairs,
Sun City Girls,
Peter & Gordon,
Leonard Cohen,
Yellowson,
Quantec,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Delon & Dalcan,
Stetsasonic,
Rakim,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nirvana,
The Slits,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.