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 Turkmenistan and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 clarinet 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 Flipper to the rock 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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Barry Ungar,
Little Man,
LL Cool J,
EPMD,
Cheater Slicks,
The Electric Prunes,
Kayak,
Sonic Youth,
The Gap Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Suicide,
the Slits,
Blancmange,
Ludus,
Sun Ra,
Silicon Teens,
Howard Jones,
Radiopuhelimet,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Minnie Riperton,
Eric Dolphy,
Nirvana,
cv313,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jeff Mills,
Flash Fearless,
The Cure,
Black Moon,
Iggy Pop,
These Immortal Souls,
Crispy Ambulance,
Donald Byrd,
The Smoke,
Chrome,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The J.B.'s,
Roxy Music,
Jawbox,
The Blues Magoos,
Slick Rick,
Ultra Naté,
Terry Callier,
Swans,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eddi Front,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Oneida,
Sam Rivers,
Radio Birdman,
Rosa Yemen,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Con Funk Shun,
This Heat,
The Happenings,
Audionom,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marmalade,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.