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 Liberia and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 theremin 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 Marvin Gaye to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Groovy Waters,
Funkadelic,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pussy Galore,
Harry Pussy,
Marine Girls,
Frankie Knuckles,
Symarip,
James White and The Blacks,
Aloha Tigers,
Jerry's Kids,
Dead Boys,
Mandrill,
DJ Sneak,
The Gap Band,
Graham Central Station,
The Fugs,
Jawbox,
The Moleskins,
Soul Sonic Force,
MDC,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bootsy Collins,
The Golliwogs,
Kenny Larkin,
U.S. Maple,
Lou Christie,
The Birthday Party,
Sällskapet,
Glenn Branca,
Idris Muhammad,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jandek,
the Slits,
Kool Moe Dee,
Outsiders,
Monks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pylon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sarah Menescal,
The Detroit Cobras,
Infiniti,
Harmonia,
the Bar-Kays,
Section 25,
Delta 5,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Robert Wyatt,
Theoretical Girls,
This Heat,
Youth Brigade,
The Human League,
Mad Mike,
The Real Kids,
The Modern Lovers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Blossom Toes,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.