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 Comoros 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Donny Hathaway to the dance 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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
The Walker Brothers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sandy B,
Cameo,
Erasure,
Brass Construction,
the Bar-Kays,
Harmonia,
Oneida,
Accadde A,
Howard Jones,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Names,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cecil Taylor,
D'Angelo,
Youth Brigade,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eurythmics,
The Martian,
H. Thieme,
Scientists,
Neu!,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
DNA,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tomorrow,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pantytec,
The Invisible,
The Dave Clark Five,
Television Personalities,
Rod Modell,
Barclay James Harvest,
Graham Central Station,
Kaleidoscope,
Judy Mowatt,
Lower 48,
The Cosmic Jokers,
U.S. Maple,
Brothers Johnson,
Roxy Music,
Yazoo,
Todd Terry,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Moleskins,
Traffic Nightmare,
Black Flag,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bootsy Collins,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Royal Trux,
Au Pairs,
David Axelrod,
Bobby Sherman,
Dual Sessions,
Kerri Chandler,
Tom Boy,
Pylon,
CMW,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.