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 Poland and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Wake to the techno 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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Sex Pistols,
Accadde A,
Marshall Jefferson,
Howard Jones,
Johnny Clarke,
Fugazi,
Gong,
MC5,
Scientists,
Fela Kuti,
Pulsallama,
10cc,
The Moody Blues,
The Five Americans,
Connie Case,
Letta Mbulu,
The Dirtbombs,
Ituana,
Black Sheep,
Ultimate Spinach,
The United States of America,
Amazonics,
Saccharine Trust,
Grandmaster Flash,
Joyce Sims,
Nirvana,
Ponytail,
the Germs,
Severed Heads,
Brothers Johnson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Althea and Donna,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mission of Burma,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Funky Four + One,
Stockholm Monsters,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pierre Henry,
Cecil Taylor,
Frankie Knuckles,
Morten Harket,
The Offenders,
Rosa Yemen,
Dennis Brown,
Wings,
Derrick Morgan,
Intrusion,
Lou Christie,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sixth Finger,
Laurel Aitken,
Oneida,
The Trojans,
The Smoke,
Public Image Ltd.,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Stooges,
Bluetip,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.