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 Bahamas and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the grime 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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
The Gories,
Underground Resistance,
Malaria!,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ice-T,
Scrapy,
Easy Going,
Albert Ayler,
Amazonics,
Lakeside,
Cal Tjader,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bobby Byrd,
Crispian St. Peters,
Niagra,
The Golliwogs,
Moebius,
DJ Style,
Bobby Womack,
Joensuu 1685,
Massinfluence,
Piero Umiliani,
Lungfish,
Fatback Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Oneida,
DNA,
The Mummies,
Sonny Sharrock,
Iggy Pop,
Fela Kuti,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Tremeloes,
The Gap Band,
Wolf Eyes,
Andrew Hill,
Glenn Branca,
Magma,
10cc,
Outsiders,
Deepchord,
Buzzcocks,
Urselle,
Amon Düül,
Colin Newman,
Hashim,
Scan 7,
Yusef Lateef,
Roxette,
Rites of Spring,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jacob Miller,
The Buckinghams,
Althea and Donna,
Nas,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Faust,
Bang On A Can,
Black Sheep,
Inner City,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.