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 Gabon and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Toronto.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Tim Buckley to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Surgeon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kerri Chandler,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Soft Cell,
The Music Machine,
Dave Gahan,
The Residents,
Lower 48,
Isaac Hayes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Donny Hathaway,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Unwound,
Fad Gadget,
Minor Threat,
The Doobie Brothers,
T. Rex,
New York Dolls,
The American Breed,
Radiohead,
David Bowie,
Qualms,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Hot Snakes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Todd Terry,
Angry Samoans,
Wolf Eyes,
Charles Mingus,
Drive Like Jehu,
Roxy Music,
Eric Dolphy,
The Zeros,
New Order,
Outsiders,
Stetsasonic,
Kerrie Biddell,
Robert Görl,
The Fire Engines,
Harmonia,
John Cale,
Organ,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Byron Stingily,
Blake Baxter,
Zero Boys,
Eden Ahbez,
Jerry's Kids,
The Smiths,
Eddi Front,
LL Cool J,
Thompson Twins,
The Associates,
New Age Steppers,
48th St. Collective,
Soul II Soul,
Mark Hollis,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.