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 Iraq and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Hong Kong.
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 clarinet 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 Dawn Penn to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Sun City Girls,
The Shadows of Knight,
Aloha Tigers,
Liliput,
Fat Boys,
John Holt,
Sun Ra,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sandy B,
Joe Finger,
Nils Olav,
Kerrie Biddell,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Drive Like Jehu,
Schoolly D,
Blancmange,
Bobby Byrd,
Y Pants,
Josef K,
Model 500,
OOIOO,
Bush Tetras,
Adolescents,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Grey Daturas,
Sound Behaviour,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eric Dolphy,
Skarface,
Ice-T,
The Music Machine,
Bluetip,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Invisible,
Television,
T.S.O.L.,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Seeds,
Ituana,
The Walker Brothers,
Livin' Joy,
New Age Steppers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jimmy McGriff,
Todd Terry,
Matthew Bourne,
Average White Band,
Henry Cow,
Public Image Ltd.,
Unrelated Segments,
Faust,
The Knickerbockers,
a-ha,
Anakelly,
Crispian St. Peters,
Traffic Nightmare,
Roxy Music,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.