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 Afghanistan and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
The Kinks,
June of 44,
Cymande,
The Vogues,
Eli Mardock,
Schoolly D,
The Stooges,
Deakin,
DJ Sneak,
X-102,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eve St. Jones,
The Real Kids,
Mars,
The Offenders,
Delta 5,
Hasil Adkins,
Bluetip,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Skarface,
Banda Bassotti,
Wally Richardson,
Toni Rubio,
Aswad,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bill Wells,
Roy Ayers,
Eden Ahbez,
the Normal,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Harry Pussy,
Gang of Four,
Moby Grape,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Goldenarms,
Drexciya,
Prince Buster,
Scientists,
Matthew Halsall,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
John Foxx,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dave Gahan,
The Associates,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Faust,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Black Bananas,
Bobby Womack,
Judy Mowatt,
ABC,
Charles Mingus,
Wings,
Radio Birdman,
Crime,
Animal Collective,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.