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 Equatorial Guinea and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Star Department to the crunk 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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Slackers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Arcadia,
The Grass Roots,
The Slits,
Fear,
Ronnie Foster,
Franke,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Godley & Creme,
One Last Wish,
Jacques Brel,
Theoretical Girls,
Television Personalities,
La Düsseldorf,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Marcia Griffiths,
Isaac Hayes,
Public Enemy,
Chris Corsano,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Techniques,
Faraquet,
Model 500,
Subhumans,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gong,
Accadde A,
Sparks,
Yazoo,
Soft Cell,
Barclay James Harvest,
Agent Orange,
LL Cool J,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Das Ding,
Brass Construction,
Warren Ellis,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jacob Miller,
Procol Harum,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mission of Burma,
Con Funk Shun,
Camberwell Now,
Dark Day,
Girls At Our Best!,
Little Man,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Shoche,
Alton Ellis,
The Dirtbombs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Darondo,
Unrelated Segments,
Steve Hackett,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.