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 Uganda and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 sitar 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 John Holt to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Barrington Levy,
The Victims,
the Fania All-Stars,
Derrick May,
The Mummies,
Procol Harum,
Gabor Szabo,
The Tremeloes,
Moebius,
Organ,
Barbara Tucker,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Wasted Youth,
L. Decosne,
The Five Americans,
Graham Central Station,
Mantronix,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Anakelly,
The Offenders,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bang On A Can,
The Detroit Cobras,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
kango's stein massive,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ohio Players,
DJ Style,
The Associates,
Minny Pops,
Aaron Thompson,
Duran Duran,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kas Product,
X-102,
The Smoke,
Section 25,
Eli Mardock,
Scan 7,
Gong,
Barry Ungar,
Joe Finger,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cheater Slicks,
Todd Rundgren,
Sonny Sharrock,
Guru Guru,
Ornette Coleman,
Al Stewart,
The Last Poets,
Steve Hackett,
The Skatalites,
Oneida,
B.T. Express,
Joey Negro,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Erykah Badu,
Nico,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Hashim,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.