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 Armenia and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 theremin 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 Crash Course in Science to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Gabor Szabo,
Monolake,
Hoover,
Guru Guru,
Dual Sessions,
Los Fastidios,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Birthday Party,
Amon Düül,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Cowsills,
Ohio Players,
Faraquet,
Johnny Osbourne,
Aloha Tigers,
Pole,
Mantronix,
Yaz,
Y Pants,
Rotary Connection,
The Angels of Light,
Ralphi Rosario,
Thompson Twins,
Eden Ahbez,
Arab on Radar,
Sandy B,
Isaac Hayes,
Cluster,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Zero Boys,
Flipper,
the Slits,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Saccharine Trust,
The Mummies,
The Human League,
Dave Gahan,
This Heat,
Reuben Wilson,
Gang Green,
Dorothy Ashby,
Harmonia,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Warren Ellis,
Electric Prunes,
Country Teasers,
Roy Ayers,
Marc Almond,
Q65,
DJ Style,
Bronski Beat,
AZ,
Outsiders,
Erasure,
The Slackers,
Suicide,
A Certain Ratio,
Quando Quango,
Tres Demented,
Alton Ellis,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.