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 Luxembourg and from London.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Radiohead to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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?
Leonard Cohen,
Goldenarms,
Spoonie Gee,
The Blues Magoos,
Icehouse,
A Certain Ratio,
The Cowsills,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
MDC,
Terry Callier,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nils Olav,
Mandrill,
Pierre Henry,
Josef K,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kayak,
Groovy Waters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Blossom Toes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Moss Icon,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Cramps,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Slackers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lower 48,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
In Retrospect,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Black Dice,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Robert Görl,
The Human League,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
John Cale,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
KRS-One,
Fear,
The Gun Club,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Angels of Light,
Hasil Adkins,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bobby Byrd,
Scratch Acid,
Mo-Dettes,
Scott Walker,
DNA,
Sound Behaviour,
Flash Fearless,
The Raincoats,
The Slits,
Piero Umiliani,
Jeff Mills,
The Fall,
Skarface,
Saccharine Trust,
Tomorrow,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.