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 Qatar 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manila.
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 synthesizer 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 John Coltrane to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Rekid,
Y Pants,
Urselle,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
John Coltrane,
The Knickerbockers,
The Moleskins,
Japan,
Soul II Soul,
Ash Ra Tempel,
World's Most,
Bobby Byrd,
Michelle Simonal,
The Fortunes,
Clear Light,
Saccharine Trust,
Sparks,
Dawn Penn,
Inner City,
Moby Grape,
Shoche,
Das Ding,
Essential Logic,
Porter Ricks,
Susan Cadogan,
Whodini,
UT,
Loose Ends,
T. Rex,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Matthew Halsall,
Hardrive,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fatback Band,
Model 500,
Zero Boys,
Yusef Lateef,
Barrington Levy,
This Heat,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Agent Orange,
Cymande,
The Fugs,
Q and Not U,
The Walker Brothers,
Piero Umiliani,
Anthony Braxton,
Freddie Wadling,
The Names,
Los Fastidios,
The J.B.'s,
Ronan,
Ten City,
Groovy Waters,
Pole,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.