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 Kiribati and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Association to the rock 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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Joey Negro,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Flesh Eaters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Saints,
Graham Central Station,
Sparks,
Donald Byrd,
Bluetip,
Black Moon,
The Velvet Underground,
Depeche Mode,
Derrick May,
Mad Mike,
Adolescents,
Das Ding,
Jeff Mills,
The Selecter,
The Move,
Tommy Roe,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Loose Ends,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kas Product,
Bob Dylan,
Con Funk Shun,
Jandek,
Severed Heads,
Saccharine Trust,
Angry Samoans,
Japan,
Guru Guru,
The Evens,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ornette Coleman,
Cecil Taylor,
Zapp,
Pole,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rufus Thomas,
Warsaw,
R.M.O.,
Janne Schatter,
Alice Coltrane,
Scott Walker,
Fat Boys,
The Victims,
Archie Shepp,
Black Flag,
The Durutti Column,
Sight & Sound,
Sexual Harrassment,
China Crisis,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Oblivians,
the Bar-Kays,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.