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 Sri Lanka and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Aaron Thompson 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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Hot Snakes,
Mission of Burma,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Davy DMX,
The Gun Club,
Gang Starr,
The Smiths,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Siglo XX,
Stereo Dub,
Steve Hackett,
Electric Prunes,
Sister Nancy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tropical Tobacco,
Index,
the Sonics,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
FM Einheit,
Morten Harket,
Average White Band,
Essential Logic,
Absolute Body Control,
Smog,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Danielle Patucci,
The Zeros,
Mr. Review,
Gabor Szabo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tim Buckley,
Mo-Dettes,
The Stooges,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Sound,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
CMW,
Joe Finger,
Kenny Larkin,
Bob Dylan,
Heaven 17,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cheater Slicks,
The Leaves,
Lou Reed,
Janne Schatter,
Guru Guru,
Adolescents,
T.S.O.L.,
Tubeway Army,
Barrington Levy,
David Axelrod,
Soul II Soul,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Model 500,
Maleditus Sound,
Man Eating Sloth,
Colin Newman,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.