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 Serbia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Paris.
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 Rakim to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
The American Breed,
Pantaleimon,
The Fall,
the Association,
cv313,
Fat Boys,
Junior Murvin,
The Moody Blues,
John Holt,
Brothers Johnson,
Amon Düül,
The Stooges,
The Techniques,
The Searchers,
Nirvana,
Urselle,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Section 25,
Gang of Four,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Barracudas,
Bill Near,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Agitation Free,
Camberwell Now,
The Toasters,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bronski Beat,
UT,
the Normal,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jawbox,
Desert Stars,
The Music Machine,
Livin' Joy,
Jacob Miller,
Roxy Music,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Adolescents,
Minor Threat,
Dead Boys,
Make Up,
Bush Tetras,
Half Japanese,
CMW,
Infiniti,
The Smiths,
Marine Girls,
The Martian,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kerri Chandler,
Zapp,
Quadrant,
Scrapy,
Stiv Bators,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Depeche Mode,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mr. Review,
Harmonia,
The Mighty Diamonds,
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You don't know what you really want.
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You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.