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 Antigua and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 sitar 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 Saccharine Trust to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Amon Düül II,
The Dirtbombs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Associates,
Bob Dylan,
Iggy Pop,
Agitation Free,
The Skatalites,
D'Angelo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Delta 5,
Alton Ellis,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bobby Sherman,
Bluetip,
Half Japanese,
Mission of Burma,
the Normal,
Lyres,
The Monochrome Set,
Blake Baxter,
The Sound,
Peter and Kerry,
Archie Shepp,
Infiniti,
Traffic Nightmare,
Funkadelic,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Moleskins,
Sam Rivers,
Janne Schatter,
Nation of Ulysses,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Patti Smith,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gabor Szabo,
Fatback Band,
Gang Green,
the Human League,
Con Funk Shun,
Maleditus Sound,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kevin Saunderson,
Black Bananas,
Tommy Roe,
The Move,
Brothers Johnson,
Malaria!,
Boredoms,
the Slits,
Sonic Youth,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Suburban Knight,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Blackbyrds,
The Techniques,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
Crooked Eye,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.