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 India and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Agitation Free to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Stockholm Monsters,
Soft Machine,
L. Decosne,
Arcadia,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Star Department,
F. McDonald,
Groovy Waters,
Lalo Schifrin,
Deakin,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Red Krayola,
The Vogues,
Gang Green,
Bill Near,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
MC5,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Aaron Thompson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Vainqueur,
Spoonie Gee,
Bizarre Inc.,
Hasil Adkins,
The Standells,
Piero Umiliani,
Laurel Aitken,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Amazonics,
Scion,
Dark Day,
Audionom,
Sixth Finger,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Dave Clark Five,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Bar-Kays,
Q65,
The Walker Brothers,
Stetsasonic,
Marine Girls,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jeff Mills,
Judy Mowatt,
The Move,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Los Fastidios,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lebanon Hanover,
X-102,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Pretty Things,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eden Ahbez,
48th St. Collective,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Knickerbockers,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.