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 Bangladesh and from Bremen.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 synthesizer 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 Chris Corsano to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Vladislav Delay,
Big Daddy Kane,
Harmonia,
The American Breed,
Dark Day,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bill Near,
Mo-Dettes,
Flipper,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Todd Rundgren,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fela Kuti,
Liliput,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Germs,
Ken Boothe,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Subhumans,
The Monochrome Set,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Skarface,
Black Bananas,
Carl Craig,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kerri Chandler,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
X-101,
Laurel Aitken,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Smiths,
Ultra Naté,
Franke,
Barclay James Harvest,
Young Marble Giants,
Hot Snakes,
Motorama,
Bootsy Collins,
Scratch Acid,
Thompson Twins,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bang On A Can,
Patti Smith,
The Fugs,
Man Parrish,
Eve St. Jones,
10cc,
Simply Red,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gichy Dan,
Goldenarms,
The Five Americans,
Skriet,
Lebanon Hanover,
The United States of America,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mars,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.