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 Taiwan and from Mumbai.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Robert Palmer 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 Deadbeat to the dance 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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
The Count Five,
Frankie Knuckles,
Barbara Tucker,
Barry Ungar,
Pere Ubu,
Lightning Bolt,
The Techniques,
Pole,
Can,
The Stooges,
The Buckinghams,
Bill Wells,
The Names,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Visage,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Cowsills,
In Retrospect,
Fela Kuti,
Sonic Youth,
Tubeway Army,
ABC,
Model 500,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scott Walker,
The Slits,
Black Bananas,
The Beau Brummels,
Fat Boys,
Radio Birdman,
Rapeman,
Bobby Womack,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Birthday Party,
Schoolly D,
Glambeats Corp.,
Harry Pussy,
Grey Daturas,
Crime,
The Move,
Gichy Dan,
X-101,
Alison Limerick,
World's Most,
Roxette,
Oneida,
Aswad,
Lalann,
Gang Green,
Avey Tare,
Juan Atkins,
JFA,
Interpol,
The Five Americans,
Tropical Tobacco,
Neil Young,
Bob Dylan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bluetip,
Echospace,
Jandek,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.