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 Thailand and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 spring reverb 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 Popol Vuh to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Cluster,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Neon Judgement,
Surgeon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rites of Spring,
Fluxion,
Average White Band,
Joey Negro,
Maleditus Sound,
Alton Ellis,
Robert Wyatt,
Scrapy,
Black Flag,
Public Enemy,
B.T. Express,
Can,
Ultra Naté,
Rod Modell,
Scientists,
Bauhaus,
The Misunderstood,
DJ Sneak,
Monolake,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tomorrow,
Stetsasonic,
Bill Near,
Freddie Wadling,
Sister Nancy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Invisible,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eve St. Jones,
Flash Fearless,
Moebius,
Blossom Toes,
Max Romeo,
Aural Exciters,
The Evens,
Minutemen,
Aswad,
Bobby Byrd,
CMW,
Altered Images,
Sugar Minott,
Spoonie Gee,
Lindisfarne,
Aloha Tigers,
Depeche Mode,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fad Gadget,
Rapeman,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ossler,
Pole,
Jawbox,
Electric Prunes,
Chris Corsano,
Susan Cadogan,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.