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 Peru and from Spokane.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Fat Boys to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Thee Headcoats,
Fatback Band,
Infiniti,
MC5,
The Slits,
Japan,
Johnny Clarke,
Duran Duran,
Minutemen,
Camouflage,
Marshall Jefferson,
Icehouse,
Dark Day,
These Immortal Souls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Techniques,
Main Source,
The Fortunes,
Interpol,
Nico,
Easy Going,
June of 44,
The Knickerbockers,
CMW,
Scott Walker,
Terrestrial Tones,
Archie Shepp,
Pylon,
Fat Boys,
The Happenings,
Fugazi,
John Holt,
Skarface,
10cc,
Young Marble Giants,
Kenny Larkin,
Q and Not U,
David McCallum,
Albert Ayler,
Chris & Cosey,
Urselle,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Reuben Wilson,
ABC,
Yaz,
Fluxion,
Glambeats Corp.,
Television,
Black Moon,
Hoover,
Lalann,
Pantytec,
The Last Poets,
Hardrive,
The Monochrome Set,
Cluster,
Danielle Patucci,
Skaos,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.