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 Jordan and from New York.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Unrelated Segments to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Tomorrow,
Ludus,
Rakim,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Human League,
Cheater Slicks,
The Doors,
John Coltrane,
Joensuu 1685,
Animal Collective,
Sällskapet,
Vainqueur,
Jerry's Kids,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Monolake,
Franke,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cluster,
Second Layer,
Grey Daturas,
Main Source,
The Move,
The Cramps,
Audionom,
Crash Course in Science,
The Seeds,
Wings,
Danielle Patucci,
Underground Resistance,
The Offenders,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Hasil Adkins,
Eve St. Jones,
June of 44,
Masters at Work,
The Litter,
The Sonics,
Blancmange,
Symarip,
Moby Grape,
Ultimate Spinach,
Royal Trux,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fad Gadget,
Minnie Riperton,
John Holt,
Bobby Byrd,
The Monks,
Television,
The Dirtbombs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Neu!,
These Immortal Souls,
The Gap Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Japan,
Sight & Sound,
The Stooges,
Qualms,
Cal Tjader,
Harry Pussy,
Scratch Acid,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.