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 Bahrain and from Shanghai.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the crunk 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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Marvin Gaye,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bob Dylan,
a-ha,
Section 25,
Gerry Rafferty,
Average White Band,
Flipper,
Stereo Dub,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Roxy Music,
Desert Stars,
Vladislav Delay,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gichy Dan,
X-101,
Ronan,
The Raincoats,
The Cure,
The Move,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Donny Hathaway,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pere Ubu,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bill Wells,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Human League,
Albert Ayler,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Birthday Party,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Arab on Radar,
Gil Scott Heron,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
T. Rex,
MDC,
Scan 7,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gang Green,
Yellowson,
Royal Trux,
Jeru the Damaja,
Crooked Eye,
Dead Boys,
Gang Starr,
Lyres,
Organ,
Moss Icon,
The Leaves,
Electric Prunes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Laurel Aitken,
The Mojo Men,
Jacques Brel,
X-102,
Fela Kuti,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.