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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 spring reverb 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 Curtis Mayfield to the crunk 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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Electric Prunes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Todd Rundgren,
Aaron Thompson,
Josef K,
Throbbing Gristle,
World's Most,
Man Eating Sloth,
MDC,
Toni Rubio,
Brothers Johnson,
Nas,
The Sound,
Scan 7,
Neil Young,
In Retrospect,
X-Ray Spex,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Thompson Twins,
Roy Ayers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Soft Cell,
Trumans Water,
Anakelly,
JFA,
Rapeman,
John Lydon,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Raincoats,
The Searchers,
The Birthday Party,
The Music Machine,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kevin Saunderson,
Slave,
Charles Mingus,
Fear,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Neu!,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Arab on Radar,
Lakeside,
Loose Ends,
The Invisible,
The Techniques,
Inner City,
Oblivians,
Bill Near,
Cecil Taylor,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Q and Not U,
Panda Bear,
Sugar Minott,
Bang On A Can,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Royal Trux,
The Mojo Men,
Accadde A,
The Victims,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.