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 Kazakhstan and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the rap 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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Gang of Four,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Los Fastidios,
Bill Near,
Neil Young,
China Crisis,
Max Romeo,
Absolute Body Control,
La Düsseldorf,
Joyce Sims,
Liliput,
Roy Ayers,
H. Thieme,
Sexual Harrassment,
Black Sheep,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Happenings,
Idris Muhammad,
the Soft Cell,
Unwound,
Masters at Work,
Tom Boy,
Loose Ends,
Lower 48,
Brass Construction,
E-Dancer,
Barbara Tucker,
The Cowsills,
Sällskapet,
Jacob Miller,
Letta Mbulu,
Outsiders,
Eddi Front,
Ossler,
Bobby Womack,
The Walker Brothers,
Todd Terry,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Reagan Youth,
Brick,
Amon Düül II,
The Associates,
the Germs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Yaz,
Rekid,
Pantytec,
F. McDonald,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eric Dolphy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Oneida,
Desert Stars,
The Smoke,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Stockholm Monsters,
Surgeon,
The Toasters,
The Golliwogs,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.