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 Kuwait and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Dawn Penn to the funk 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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Wolf Eyes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Traffic Nightmare,
Chris & Cosey,
The Moody Blues,
Dual Sessions,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Isaac Hayes,
Sound Behaviour,
Silicon Teens,
OOIOO,
The Leaves,
Dead Boys,
Pantytec,
Shoche,
Letta Mbulu,
Drexciya,
B.T. Express,
DJ Style,
Matthew Halsall,
Popol Vuh,
Pantaleimon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Dead C,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Faust,
Heaven 17,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Birthday Party,
The Divine Comedy,
The Doors,
Marmalade,
The Tremeloes,
Suicide,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Throbbing Gristle,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Yusef Lateef,
Terrestrial Tones,
Joey Negro,
Todd Terry,
Nils Olav,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kenny Larkin,
John Coltrane,
Mad Mike,
Scratch Acid,
Gang Green,
Morten Harket,
U.S. Maple,
Tears for Fears,
Simply Red,
Warsaw,
Crime,
Jacques Brel,
Lalann,
Laurel Aitken,
Model 500,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.