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 Senegal and from Delhi.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Gichy Dan to the techno 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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
The Star Department,
Cheater Slicks,
Mission of Burma,
Brass Construction,
Stockholm Monsters,
Archie Shepp,
Rakim,
Maleditus Sound,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Glenn Branca,
the Association,
Crispian St. Peters,
Laurel Aitken,
Pantytec,
Altered Images,
Ultravox,
Black Pus,
Matthew Halsall,
Pussy Galore,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Toasters,
Pere Ubu,
The Busters,
James White and The Blacks,
Terry Callier,
Barry Ungar,
Swans,
The Young Rascals,
Arthur Verocai,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
L. Decosne,
Agent Orange,
Jacques Brel,
Livin' Joy,
Sound Behaviour,
Dead Boys,
Toni Rubio,
Wings,
Letta Mbulu,
Eddi Front,
John Coltrane,
Wally Richardson,
Sun City Girls,
the Germs,
Flipper,
Parry Music,
Infiniti,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Electric Light Orchestra,
MDC,
Sällskapet,
The Barracudas,
The Seeds,
Michelle Simonal,
Monks,
Gabor Szabo,
Panda Bear,
Khruangbin,
Ralphi Rosario,
Harpers Bizarre,
Icehouse,
Negative Approach,
Dark Day,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.