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 Lithuania and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Detroit Cobras to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
The Stooges,
Arab on Radar,
Marcia Griffiths,
Robert Wyatt,
Blake Baxter,
T.S.O.L.,
Camouflage,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Alphaville,
Monks,
Scion,
The Seeds,
Flamin' Groovies,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Deepchord,
Susan Cadogan,
Oblivians,
Q and Not U,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
ABC,
Wasted Youth,
Franke,
Ice-T,
Terry Callier,
Lou Reed,
Vainqueur,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Cure,
Organ,
Sun City Girls,
Lalann,
Erasure,
Buzzcocks,
Ponytail,
Slick Rick,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Adolescents,
Lungfish,
Banda Bassotti,
Niagra,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Audionom,
U.S. Maple,
Al Stewart,
Eric Dolphy,
UT,
Chris Corsano,
Schoolly D,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dorothy Ashby,
48th St. Collective,
Yaz,
Whodini,
Severed Heads,
Kayak,
Simply Red,
FM Einheit,
Essential Logic,
Neil Young,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.