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 Spain and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin 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 Blues Magoos to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Terry Callier,
Ice-T,
The Detroit Cobras,
The J.B.'s,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marc Almond,
The Trojans,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The United States of America,
Khruangbin,
Black Bananas,
Silicon Teens,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ponytail,
The Gun Club,
Parry Music,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
June of 44,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Soulsonic Force,
Fat Boys,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gang Green,
Danielle Patucci,
Camouflage,
The Stooges,
Circle Jerks,
Animal Collective,
Cheater Slicks,
Heaven 17,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nirvana,
Barry Ungar,
The Human League,
The Slits,
The Moleskins,
Fluxion,
Pylon,
The Angels of Light,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eric Copeland,
Cybotron,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lou Christie,
Nils Olav,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Black Pus,
Au Pairs,
FM Einheit,
The Birthday Party,
Index,
Zapp,
The Barracudas,
Wolf Eyes,
Massinfluence,
Nico,
Carl Craig,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.