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 Dominica 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family 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 güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Ronnie Foster,
Surgeon,
The Moody Blues,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Massinfluence,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lower 48,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Fugs,
Aswad,
Colin Newman,
Smog,
Byron Stingily,
DNA,
Model 500,
T. Rex,
PIL,
Slick Rick,
The Last Poets,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Outsiders,
Ten City,
David Bowie,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Gap Band,
Donald Byrd,
The Flesh Eaters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Radiohead,
Black Pus,
The Music Machine,
Chris & Cosey,
Lalann,
Make Up,
Parry Music,
ABBA,
Wire,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Robert Hood,
Mandrill,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Andrew Hill,
Eurythmics,
John Cale,
La Düsseldorf,
New Age Steppers,
Blake Baxter,
The Monochrome Set,
Alton Ellis,
The Count Five,
Sister Nancy,
Goldenarms,
Michelle Simonal,
Soulsonic Force,
Ultravox,
Siglo XX,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.