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 Uruguay and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 The Doobie Brothers 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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Gang Green,
The Offenders,
E-Dancer,
U.S. Maple,
Henry Cow,
Eden Ahbez,
Dennis Brown,
Theoretical Girls,
Hasil Adkins,
Arcadia,
Dave Gahan,
Cal Tjader,
Surgeon,
Babytalk,
Robert Hood,
Rosa Yemen,
Wolf Eyes,
Wire,
Toni Rubio,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gabor Szabo,
Can,
Clear Light,
Laurel Aitken,
China Crisis,
DNA,
Excepter,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Whodini,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bobbi Humphrey,
James White and The Blacks,
The Searchers,
June Days,
Chris & Cosey,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Khruangbin,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Janne Schatter,
The Alarm Clocks,
Joy Division,
Pierre Henry,
Amon Düül,
Graham Central Station,
Gregory Isaacs,
Harry Pussy,
Albert Ayler,
Connie Case,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
a-ha,
Symarip,
Agitation Free,
Arab on Radar,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pagans,
Interpol,
Nas,
Quadrant,
John Cale,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.