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 East Timor and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Shanghai.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Dirtbombs to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet 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 linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
The Angels of Light,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Robert Görl,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Soft Machine,
The Fugs,
Smog,
Stiv Bators,
Archie Shepp,
Nirvana,
The United States of America,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Popol Vuh,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Amon Düül,
John Holt,
Supertramp,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Funkadelic,
Sun City Girls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Main Source,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Germs,
Bush Tetras,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eric Copeland,
The Sound,
Wolf Eyes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Los Fastidios,
Jacob Miller,
Vainqueur,
Ludus,
Rekid,
Agent Orange,
The New Christs,
Jacques Brel,
Harry Pussy,
The Move,
Nick Fraelich,
Leonard Cohen,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Amon Düül II,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Toasters,
Arcadia,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Todd Rundgren,
Connie Case,
Tomorrow,
Public Image Ltd.,
Reuben Wilson,
Barrington Levy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rites of Spring,
The Knickerbockers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.