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 Bulgaria and from Shanghai.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Happenings to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Dark Day,
Roger Hodgson,
Darondo,
Quantec,
Eric Dolphy,
Lalann,
Deadbeat,
Yellowson,
Siglo XX,
Sun City Girls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Maurizio,
Anakelly,
Steve Hackett,
Bad Manners,
Piero Umiliani,
Man Parrish,
Harmonia,
Neu!,
Fad Gadget,
Mr. Review,
Television Personalities,
Warsaw,
ABBA,
U.S. Maple,
Peter & Gordon,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mars,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gang of Four,
Marvin Gaye,
Charles Mingus,
K-Klass,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kerri Chandler,
Chrome,
The Pretty Things,
B.T. Express,
Reagan Youth,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Busters,
Skarface,
Bootsy Collins,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Moby Grape,
Mad Mike,
Au Pairs,
Kurtis Blow,
Joe Smooth,
Cal Tjader,
Icehouse,
The Martian,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ludus,
Oblivians,
Adolescents,
Cybotron,
Shuggie Otis,
Little Man,
Juan Atkins,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.