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 Cuba 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Misunderstood to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Moebius,
Amon Düül II,
David Bowie,
Infiniti,
Spoonie Gee,
Pharoah Sanders,
Colin Newman,
The Sound,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Todd Terry,
The Flesh Eaters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Beau Brummels,
The Blackbyrds,
Gong,
Grandmaster Flash,
Television,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Saccharine Trust,
The Cure,
Bobby Byrd,
kango's stein massive,
Yellowson,
Kaleidoscope,
Sixth Finger,
Sister Nancy,
Pantytec,
Technova,
Surgeon,
Crooked Eye,
Mars,
Massinfluence,
Intrusion,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Walker Brothers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fluxion,
Susan Cadogan,
Sparks,
The Five Americans,
Motorama,
The Zeros,
FM Einheit,
Brothers Johnson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Maurizio,
Scrapy,
Mission of Burma,
Depeche Mode,
The Slits,
Patti Smith,
The Selecter,
Archie Shepp,
Model 500,
Godley & Creme,
Blossom Toes,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.