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 Moldova and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 David Bowie 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 Slits to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crooked Eye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Radio Birdman,
The Angels of Light,
Ituana,
Fugazi,
MDC,
Danielle Patucci,
Dark Day,
Pantytec,
The Fall,
The Happenings,
Lightning Bolt,
The Fuzztones,
Vladislav Delay,
Rakim,
The Young Rascals,
Jimmy McGriff,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Half Japanese,
Ultra Naté,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Black Bananas,
Black Flag,
Sarah Menescal,
Carl Craig,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Quando Quango,
Kas Product,
Kurtis Blow,
Kool Moe Dee,
Crispy Ambulance,
10cc,
Brick,
Lindisfarne,
The Gap Band,
Qualms,
Pagans,
Symarip,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Joensuu 1685,
The Leaves,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Neon Judgement,
Los Fastidios,
Oblivians,
Slave,
Lyres,
The Velvet Underground,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mo-Dettes,
Pharoah Sanders,
8 Eyed Spy,
Crash Course in Science,
Q and Not U,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Birthday Party,
Frankie Knuckles,
Brand Nubian,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.