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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 linndrum 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 A Certain Ratio to the crunk 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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Leonard Cohen,
The Kinks,
Hasil Adkins,
Glambeats Corp.,
Barbara Tucker,
Bang On A Can,
Fat Boys,
Gang of Four,
Hot Snakes,
Warren Ellis,
Boredoms,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lou Christie,
Matthew Halsall,
Sight & Sound,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Peter & Gordon,
Lucky Dragons,
X-102,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Michelle Simonal,
Girls At Our Best!,
Idris Muhammad,
The Barracudas,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Quadrant,
Grandmaster Flash,
Main Source,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Smog,
DJ Sneak,
Funky Four + One,
The Sound,
the Germs,
Kayak,
Procol Harum,
Barrington Levy,
The Invisible,
Sun Ra,
Ice-T,
The Smiths,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Delta 5,
Fatback Band,
Panda Bear,
Siglo XX,
Vladislav Delay,
Average White Band,
FM Einheit,
Stiv Bators,
Bizarre Inc.,
Graham Central Station,
Thompson Twins,
Glenn Branca,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.