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 Venezuela and from Manila.
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 Madrid and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the funk 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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
The Dead C,
Lucky Dragons,
Jeru the Damaja,
Avey Tare,
Wasted Youth,
Mars,
Underground Resistance,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gang Starr,
Tomorrow,
Gichy Dan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Circle Jerks,
Oblivians,
Panda Bear,
Peter and Kerry,
Procol Harum,
a-ha,
New York Dolls,
Cal Tjader,
The Associates,
Tears for Fears,
Sound Behaviour,
David Axelrod,
Accadde A,
Alton Ellis,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Laurel Aitken,
Arcadia,
Simply Red,
Eric Dolphy,
Rhythm & Sound,
One Last Wish,
Mandrill,
Gil Scott Heron,
Archie Shepp,
Talk Talk,
Camberwell Now,
Barbara Tucker,
Pole,
The Human League,
Echospace,
Sun Ra,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Electric Prunes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Organ,
Gang of Four,
Wolf Eyes,
Reagan Youth,
Jesper Dahlback,
Silicon Teens,
Rapeman,
The Zeros,
Fatback Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Selecter,
DJ Sneak,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.