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 Grenada and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lou Christie to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
T.S.O.L.,
Scratch Acid,
Jandek,
The Monochrome Set,
Funkadelic,
Desert Stars,
The Busters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Banda Bassotti,
The Beau Brummels,
Urselle,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Man Parrish,
Buzzcocks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
CMW,
Mo-Dettes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
John Holt,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
X-Ray Spex,
Kenny Larkin,
Unrelated Segments,
Charles Mingus,
The Dirtbombs,
The Golliwogs,
Whodini,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Black Dice,
Inner City,
Connie Case,
In Retrospect,
10cc,
Pole,
Hoover,
Sarah Menescal,
Warren Ellis,
Black Pus,
Dark Day,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Graham Central Station,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Young Marble Giants,
Royal Trux,
Vainqueur,
Stiv Bators,
OOIOO,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Yellowson,
DJ Sneak,
Kaleidoscope,
Delon & Dalcan,
Unwound,
Camouflage,
The Stooges,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Yusef Lateef,
Ossler,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Neon Judgement,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Johnny Clarke,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.