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 Azerbaijan and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Swans to the dance 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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
X-101,
Lyres,
Sister Nancy,
Mission of Burma,
Amon Düül II,
Sexual Harrassment,
Clear Light,
Patti Smith,
Magma,
The Doobie Brothers,
Morten Harket,
Nico,
Robert Hood,
48th St. Collective,
The Count Five,
The Moody Blues,
Rod Modell,
Al Stewart,
Derrick Morgan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
In Retrospect,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Wings,
Audionom,
The Knickerbockers,
Camouflage,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Hasil Adkins,
Animal Collective,
Yaz,
The Blues Magoos,
The Selecter,
Eric Copeland,
Bang On A Can,
Pierre Henry,
Chrome,
Ultimate Spinach,
Chris & Cosey,
Traffic Nightmare,
Soft Machine,
The United States of America,
Neu!,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rites of Spring,
New York Dolls,
Joyce Sims,
Oneida,
the Bar-Kays,
Young Marble Giants,
Stereo Dub,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mr. Review,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Anakelly,
Saccharine Trust,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.