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 Israel and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Black Moon to the punk 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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Gregory Isaacs,
Porter Ricks,
Malaria!,
Smog,
Technova,
8 Eyed Spy,
MDC,
Arab on Radar,
Rhythm & Sound,
Skarface,
Eric Dolphy,
Robert Wyatt,
The Litter,
Monks,
Camberwell Now,
Neil Young,
Quantec,
The Five Americans,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Loose Ends,
This Heat,
Jandek,
Animal Collective,
E-Dancer,
Harpers Bizarre,
Echospace,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jacob Miller,
Joe Smooth,
ABBA,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Zeros,
Pussy Galore,
Clear Light,
Tomorrow,
X-Ray Spex,
Leonard Cohen,
Rotary Connection,
Pagans,
Soul Sonic Force,
Brand Nubian,
Janne Schatter,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Gories,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sarah Menescal,
Bauhaus,
K-Klass,
The Standells,
Erykah Badu,
Procol Harum,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Fugs,
Model 500,
Yaz,
Talk Talk,
Mantronix,
The Wake,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.