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 San Marino and from Winnipeg.
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 Cairo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lower 48 to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Mary Jane Girls,
These Immortal Souls,
FM Einheit,
H. Thieme,
The Buckinghams,
Anthony Braxton,
Pet Shop Boys,
Grandmaster Flash,
Main Source,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Bar-Kays,
The Fugs,
Don Cherry,
Outsiders,
Average White Band,
The Slackers,
Kas Product,
Susan Cadogan,
KRS-One,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Arab on Radar,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sex Pistols,
ABBA,
Saccharine Trust,
Moby Grape,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eurythmics,
PIL,
Roxette,
Motorama,
Soft Machine,
The United States of America,
The Standells,
Scan 7,
Amon Düül II,
Desert Stars,
Cluster,
Metal Thangz,
The Names,
Joe Smooth,
Sällskapet,
Charles Mingus,
Dark Day,
Inner City,
Rufus Thomas,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dead Boys,
Lyres,
Easy Going,
Fela Kuti,
Mr. Review,
Aswad,
The Index,
Derrick May,
Theoretical Girls,
Barbara Tucker,
Banda Bassotti,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bill Wells,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.