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 Burkina and from Columbus.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 snare 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 Panda Bear to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Junior Murvin,
R.M.O.,
Sarah Menescal,
Stereo Dub,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Buzzcocks,
Unwound,
Chrome,
Joe Smooth,
Joyce Sims,
Hot Snakes,
Massinfluence,
Kayak,
Fluxion,
Spandau Ballet,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
In Retrospect,
OOIOO,
The Stooges,
DNA,
Don Cherry,
The Victims,
Parry Music,
Johnny Clarke,
Basic Channel,
Reagan Youth,
Ossler,
Lyres,
the Sonics,
Thee Headcoats,
Dual Sessions,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Frankie Knuckles,
F. McDonald,
The Velvet Underground,
The Cure,
CMW,
Joensuu 1685,
ABC,
Roy Ayers,
B.T. Express,
Can,
Young Marble Giants,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Gories,
Iggy Pop,
The Fall,
Kurtis Blow,
The Standells,
Ornette Coleman,
Eden Ahbez,
The Leaves,
Gil Scott Heron,
Minnie Riperton,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The United States of America,
DJ Style,
Donald Byrd,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.