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 Nigeria and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Houston.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Glenn Branca to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lungfish,
Hashim,
Albert Ayler,
Delta 5,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tres Demented,
the Human League,
Mad Mike,
The American Breed,
Howard Jones,
Lee Hazlewood,
Can,
Glambeats Corp.,
Model 500,
Nils Olav,
Chris Corsano,
Von Mondo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Tremeloes,
The Techniques,
Second Layer,
The Pop Group,
Lucky Dragons,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Peter and Kerry,
The Sonics,
Jeff Mills,
X-101,
Y Pants,
L. Decosne,
Brand Nubian,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
MC5,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Symarip,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jacob Miller,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Flash Fearless,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Aural Exciters,
Gong,
The Knickerbockers,
Suicide,
Kayak,
R.M.O.,
Procol Harum,
The Doors,
Circle Jerks,
The Barracudas,
Amon Düül II,
Kenny Larkin,
The Searchers,
Ponytail,
AZ,
The Smoke,
Sonic Youth,
China Crisis,
The J.B.'s,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.