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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Jeru the Damaja to the punk 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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Buckinghams,
LL Cool J,
Khruangbin,
Cameo,
Unwound,
Skaos,
Cheater Slicks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Leonard Cohen,
The Kinks,
Derrick Morgan,
Roger Hodgson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Oblivians,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Schoolly D,
Oneida,
Fugazi,
Nils Olav,
The New Christs,
Letta Mbulu,
The Residents,
Eric B and Rakim,
This Heat,
Ultra Naté,
Con Funk Shun,
The Detroit Cobras,
Saccharine Trust,
The Blackbyrds,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Yaz,
Hasil Adkins,
Graham Central Station,
Von Mondo,
The Electric Prunes,
Grandmaster Flash,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Five Americans,
These Immortal Souls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Technova,
The Names,
Neil Young,
World's Most,
Eric Copeland,
Toni Rubio,
Arcadia,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Skriet,
Glenn Branca,
Negative Approach,
Qualms,
Niagra,
Tres Demented,
Lou Christie,
Ornette Coleman,
New York Dolls,
The Fall,
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.