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 Uzbekistan 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 guitar 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 Jeff Mills to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Groovy Waters,
Mission of Burma,
Marvin Gaye,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bootsy Collins,
Amon Düül,
David McCallum,
Aswad,
Janne Schatter,
Ken Boothe,
The Electric Prunes,
Rekid,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Crispian St. Peters,
Section 25,
Neu!,
Unrelated Segments,
Bush Tetras,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pylon,
Lou Reed,
Quantec,
Iggy Pop,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lungfish,
The Doors,
Little Man,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cheater Slicks,
Leonard Cohen,
Royal Trux,
Ponytail,
The Moody Blues,
Nico,
The Misunderstood,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Urselle,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ohio Players,
Judy Mowatt,
Alison Limerick,
Arcadia,
Sam Rivers,
Tommy Roe,
Theoretical Girls,
The Searchers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Durutti Column,
Trumans Water,
DJ Sneak,
Eurythmics,
Kerrie Biddell,
Robert Görl,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Todd Rundgren,
T. Rex,
Echospace,
Television Personalities,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.