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 Cyprus 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Dark Day to the jazz 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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Half Japanese,
JFA,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scan 7,
DJ Sneak,
Cal Tjader,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Model 500,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Divine Comedy,
Black Sheep,
Camouflage,
B.T. Express,
The Star Department,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Index,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sun Ra,
The Velvet Underground,
K-Klass,
Fat Boys,
Roy Ayers,
Technova,
Marmalade,
Intrusion,
Brothers Johnson,
The Fuzztones,
Alphaville,
Jeru the Damaja,
Scientists,
Nick Fraelich,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Roger Hodgson,
Jeff Mills,
Soulsonic Force,
Bob Dylan,
Minutemen,
Japan,
Oblivians,
Mr. Review,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Connie Case,
Fear,
Rekid,
Alice Coltrane,
Q and Not U,
The Moody Blues,
Scratch Acid,
Henry Cow,
Anthony Braxton,
Youth Brigade,
Suicide,
Eve St. Jones,
Yusef Lateef,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bobby Sherman,
Ten City,
The Cowsills,
Easy Going,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tommy Roe,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.