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 Cambodia and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 oboe 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 Pantytec to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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?
the Germs,
Jandek,
Das Ding,
The Monochrome Set,
Nils Olav,
Eric B and Rakim,
Absolute Body Control,
Cal Tjader,
Slave,
Kaleidoscope,
Todd Terry,
Frankie Knuckles,
June of 44,
Scott Walker,
The Cramps,
Banda Bassotti,
Subhumans,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nico,
Infiniti,
Joyce Sims,
The Stooges,
Wings,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mandrill,
Pulsallama,
Fear,
Arab on Radar,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
A Certain Ratio,
Delta 5,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Chris Corsano,
Half Japanese,
The Moody Blues,
Mad Mike,
Tomorrow,
Wolf Eyes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
DJ Sneak,
Sexual Harrassment,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Malaria!,
Yellowson,
Warsaw,
Funkadelic,
Barrington Levy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Slits,
Ponytail,
Amazonics,
UT,
L. Decosne,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bang On A Can,
Bobby Womack,
John Coltrane,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.