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 Australia and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
David Bowie,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sugar Minott,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ice-T,
Jeff Mills,
Deadbeat,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Neon Judgement,
Wings,
Tommy Roe,
The Alarm Clocks,
Drexciya,
Gang Starr,
Make Up,
Unrelated Segments,
Slick Rick,
Amon Düül,
Nirvana,
Pere Ubu,
Skaos,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Stiv Bators,
Lakeside,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Cure,
Parry Music,
K-Klass,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sound Behaviour,
Agitation Free,
Morten Harket,
E-Dancer,
Juan Atkins,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Donald Byrd,
Kerri Chandler,
The Skatalites,
Derrick Morgan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fear,
The Cowsills,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Echospace,
Dark Day,
The Beau Brummels,
Ken Boothe,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eve St. Jones,
Anthony Braxton,
Davy DMX,
Piero Umiliani,
Brass Construction,
Vainqueur,
Rites of Spring,
Faust,
The Residents,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.