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 Bhutan 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Masters at Work to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Pierre Henry,
Graham Central Station,
The Red Krayola,
Boredoms,
Hardrive,
Thompson Twins,
Morten Harket,
Hasil Adkins,
Yellowson,
Lyres,
Soul II Soul,
L. Decosne,
48th St. Collective,
Unrelated Segments,
X-101,
The Victims,
Public Enemy,
Rotary Connection,
John Holt,
The Standells,
Index,
The Fugs,
Minnie Riperton,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Barrington Levy,
John Foxx,
Amon Düül,
MC5,
Sarah Menescal,
Malaria!,
Don Cherry,
Black Sheep,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kurtis Blow,
The Birthday Party,
John Lydon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Television,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Qualms,
Bootsy Collins,
LL Cool J,
The Human League,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fela Kuti,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
R.M.O.,
One Last Wish,
Ponytail,
MDC,
Minor Threat,
The Gun Club,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fugazi,
E-Dancer,
Absolute Body Control,
the Slits,
The Martian,
Cal Tjader,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.