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 South Africa and from Taipei.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Leonard Cohen to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Wolf Eyes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
R.M.O.,
Animal Collective,
The Fortunes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Heaven 17,
The Modern Lovers,
The Remains,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sarah Menescal,
Camberwell Now,
Sun Ra,
Stereo Dub,
Radio Birdman,
The Wake,
Gang Starr,
Ronnie Foster,
Minnie Riperton,
Franke,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Cramps,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ken Boothe,
Shuggie Otis,
the Swans,
The Black Dice,
The Smoke,
Dawn Penn,
The Associates,
The Happenings,
Agitation Free,
10cc,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Schoolly D,
Lebanon Hanover,
Andrew Hill,
The Gun Club,
Lower 48,
Mandrill,
Technova,
Tomorrow,
The Electric Prunes,
Television Personalities,
Soulsonic Force,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Inner City,
John Coltrane,
Black Sheep,
Half Japanese,
The Golliwogs,
the Association,
Drexciya,
Guru Guru,
Hardrive,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.