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 Antigua and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Dirtbombs to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy 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?
Mandrill,
Maurizio,
The Angels of Light,
Groovy Waters,
Avey Tare,
Warren Ellis,
Au Pairs,
The Modern Lovers,
Althea and Donna,
Man Eating Sloth,
John Holt,
Gabor Szabo,
Kerri Chandler,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Moebius,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Deepchord,
Half Japanese,
Jawbox,
John Foxx,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eve St. Jones,
Frankie Knuckles,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
cv313,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cal Tjader,
Rites of Spring,
Wolf Eyes,
John Lydon,
Organ,
Unrelated Segments,
Todd Rundgren,
Jandek,
The Birthday Party,
Glambeats Corp.,
Monks,
Mad Mike,
B.T. Express,
The Standells,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Prince Buster,
Rakim,
The Evens,
Monolake,
Alice Coltrane,
Faust,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Mummies,
Rosa Yemen,
The Cowsills,
Matthew Halsall,
Byron Stingily,
The Invisible,
Silicon Teens,
ABC,
Fear,
Von Mondo,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.