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 Serbia and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Unrelated Segments to the grunge 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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Smog,
Kerri Chandler,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kenny Larkin,
Adolescents,
Ossler,
Scratch Acid,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dennis Brown,
Agitation Free,
X-102,
Suburban Knight,
The Modern Lovers,
James White and The Blacks,
Malaria!,
New Age Steppers,
Organ,
Mantronix,
Banda Bassotti,
Grey Daturas,
Tres Demented,
Liliput,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Scan 7,
The Toasters,
June of 44,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sex Pistols,
Leonard Cohen,
The Blackbyrds,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gang Starr,
MC5,
Marc Almond,
Blake Baxter,
Little Man,
Soul II Soul,
Nas,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mo-Dettes,
Stereo Dub,
Jawbox,
Pagans,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
In Retrospect,
The Monks,
Gabor Szabo,
Brand Nubian,
Intrusion,
The Skatalites,
Roxy Music,
Moss Icon,
Matthew Bourne,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jeff Mills,
Delon & Dalcan,
Crash Course in Science,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cal Tjader,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.