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 El Salvador and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Monks to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
The Angels of Light,
Erasure,
Jeff Lynne,
R.M.O.,
Eric Copeland,
Q and Not U,
Michelle Simonal,
Nick Fraelich,
Wally Richardson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Negative Approach,
Mars,
Arthur Verocai,
Godley & Creme,
Moby Grape,
Spoonie Gee,
Ice-T,
Drive Like Jehu,
Electric Prunes,
Brothers Johnson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Amon Düül,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gichy Dan,
Rakim,
T. Rex,
Juan Atkins,
The Standells,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Leaves,
Charles Mingus,
David McCallum,
Sex Pistols,
Alton Ellis,
Bob Dylan,
Prince Buster,
Carl Craig,
Symarip,
Skaos,
Scan 7,
Dual Sessions,
Stiv Bators,
Khruangbin,
Surgeon,
Agent Orange,
Tears for Fears,
Lakeside,
Todd Rundgren,
Dark Day,
John Lydon,
Bronski Beat,
Ultimate Spinach,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Zero Boys,
Skarface,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Monks,
Adolescents,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kenny Larkin,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.