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 Croatia and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sound Behaviour,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lakeside,
Parry Music,
Au Pairs,
Liliput,
Banda Bassotti,
Jimmy McGriff,
Archie Shepp,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Mummies,
Crash Course in Science,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Barracudas,
Joy Division,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
MDC,
Chris Corsano,
Radio Birdman,
John Holt,
Porter Ricks,
Wire,
The Index,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tim Buckley,
Reuben Wilson,
Vainqueur,
Wolf Eyes,
Pylon,
The Grass Roots,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
CMW,
Talk Talk,
La Düsseldorf,
Accadde A,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Skatalites,
Jesper Dahlback,
Derrick May,
Sandy B,
Urselle,
The J.B.'s,
10cc,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Infiniti,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rosa Yemen,
The Fugs,
Brick,
David McCallum,
Eddi Front,
The Neon Judgement,
the Human League,
The Happenings,
Frankie Knuckles,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Icehouse,
Hashim,
James White and The Blacks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.