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 Nepal and from Portland.
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 Jakarta and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 organ 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 Mars to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
The Techniques,
Yellowson,
Rapeman,
Second Layer,
Sun Ra,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
New Age Steppers,
The Fuzztones,
Porter Ricks,
Spoonie Gee,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scion,
The Barracudas,
The Invisible,
Nick Fraelich,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Underground Resistance,
Flash Fearless,
Althea and Donna,
The Seeds,
Eden Ahbez,
The Dead C,
The Moleskins,
Spandau Ballet,
Max Romeo,
Nils Olav,
Pole,
Marcia Griffiths,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Crooked Eye,
Eric Dolphy,
Severed Heads,
Reagan Youth,
Aswad,
The Real Kids,
Thee Headcoats,
CMW,
LL Cool J,
Tom Boy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Radiohead,
Fluxion,
Mission of Burma,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pantaleimon,
Boredoms,
Bob Dylan,
The Buckinghams,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Matthew Bourne,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
Wally Richardson,
Hoover,
Unrelated Segments,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
DJ Sneak,
the Association,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ludus,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.