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 Mongolia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Holger Czukay 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 Mummies to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe 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 rap 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 a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
The Mummies,
Scan 7,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Von Mondo,
Chris Corsano,
The Skatalites,
The Black Dice,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sam Rivers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Fuzztones,
Ludus,
Carl Craig,
Neu!,
The Remains,
Crime,
Banda Bassotti,
The Detroit Cobras,
Suicide,
Accadde A,
Grey Daturas,
Popol Vuh,
Deakin,
kango's stein massive,
Rekid,
The Toasters,
Rapeman,
Moss Icon,
A Certain Ratio,
Jacob Miller,
Pole,
the Bar-Kays,
OOIOO,
Fugazi,
Vladislav Delay,
Cluster,
Freddie Wadling,
Susan Cadogan,
Heaven 17,
Tubeway Army,
Smog,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Colin Newman,
Japan,
Soft Machine,
X-101,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Depeche Mode,
Rhythm & Sound,
Schoolly D,
Buzzcocks,
Gong,
Alice Coltrane,
Black Flag,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Vainqueur,
Gichy Dan,
Crooked Eye,
DJ Style,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.