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 Guatemala and from Lyon.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 rhodes 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 Gastr Del Sol to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sister Nancy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Altered Images,
Bush Tetras,
Albert Ayler,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Fall,
Sonic Youth,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Moby Grape,
Letta Mbulu,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Radio Birdman,
Gregory Isaacs,
Grauzone,
Godley & Creme,
Newcleus,
Blancmange,
Wasted Youth,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Amazonics,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kerri Chandler,
Hasil Adkins,
The Slackers,
Byron Stingily,
Malaria!,
Lee Hazlewood,
L. Decosne,
Tim Buckley,
Black Bananas,
Fatback Band,
Drexciya,
Yaz,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Detroit Cobras,
Josef K,
Althea and Donna,
Eli Mardock,
Maurizio,
Joyce Sims,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Tremeloes,
Carl Craig,
The Moleskins,
Cymande,
Kaleidoscope,
Simply Red,
Joensuu 1685,
Joey Negro,
The Selecter,
Thee Headcoats,
Warsaw,
Das Ding,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Derrick May,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.