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 Malta and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Holger Czukay 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 Black Moon to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Anakelly,
JFA,
Leonard Cohen,
Buzzcocks,
Ornette Coleman,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Danielle Patucci,
Vainqueur,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Flipper,
The Martian,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Moleskins,
Subhumans,
June Days,
Lindisfarne,
Shuggie Otis,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Arcadia,
Roxy Music,
U.S. Maple,
New Age Steppers,
Absolute Body Control,
Black Moon,
the Slits,
Porter Ricks,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Star Department,
Sex Pistols,
Yusef Lateef,
Fear,
Inner City,
Peter and Kerry,
The Blues Magoos,
The Moody Blues,
Avey Tare,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Spoonie Gee,
Icehouse,
Nick Fraelich,
DJ Sneak,
Babytalk,
Zero Boys,
the Soft Cell,
Fad Gadget,
Accadde A,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Au Pairs,
Sugar Minott,
Rites of Spring,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Sonics,
Excepter,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Modern Lovers,
The Remains,
Aswad,
The Leaves,
Yazoo,
Easy Going,
Con Funk Shun,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.