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 Vietnam and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 mellotron 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 James White and The Blacks to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Patti Smith,
Carl Craig,
Curtis Mayfield,
Aaron Thompson,
Albert Ayler,
Funkadelic,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Glenn Branca,
Q and Not U,
The Litter,
The Motions,
The Durutti Column,
Mars,
Deakin,
Roy Ayers,
Oblivians,
Moebius,
Joy Division,
Bluetip,
Danielle Patucci,
The Techniques,
K-Klass,
Interpol,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nas,
Sandy B,
Letta Mbulu,
Rites of Spring,
Lyres,
the Human League,
Sister Nancy,
Technova,
Reagan Youth,
Barry Ungar,
Ossler,
The Angels of Light,
Idris Muhammad,
Monks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Crash Course in Science,
Boz Scaggs,
New York Dolls,
Nico,
Kurtis Blow,
Thee Headcoats,
Unrelated Segments,
Archie Shepp,
Scan 7,
Ultra Naté,
Wire,
Jacob Miller,
Charles Mingus,
Black Pus,
Bobby Womack,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The J.B.'s,
Second Layer,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eve St. Jones,
Janne Schatter,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.