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 Afghanistan and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Taipei.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) 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 Move. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Circle Jerks,
Idris Muhammad,
Malaria!,
Suicide,
Darondo,
Visage,
Bang On A Can,
Desert Stars,
The Busters,
Soft Cell,
Patti Smith,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Niagra,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cecil Taylor,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
X-101,
Todd Rundgren,
Bill Wells,
Radiohead,
Kurtis Blow,
Oblivians,
Animal Collective,
Barbara Tucker,
Wings,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Skatalites,
Prince Buster,
Bobby Byrd,
Dead Boys,
David Bowie,
Wolf Eyes,
Radio Birdman,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Techniques,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Blackbyrds,
Robert Hood,
Godley & Creme,
Minutemen,
Dark Day,
Cymande,
John Coltrane,
The Leaves,
Lindisfarne,
kango's stein massive,
Fatback Band,
Neil Young,
8 Eyed Spy,
Iggy Pop,
Scion,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The New Christs,
The Gories,
Marvin Gaye,
T.S.O.L.,
The Mojo Men,
Surgeon,
Rufus Thomas,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.