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 Latvia and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 marimba 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 Wire to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
The Shadows of Knight,
Qualms,
Godley & Creme,
Dead Boys,
KRS-One,
The Divine Comedy,
Nick Fraelich,
Wire,
Thee Headcoats,
FM Einheit,
Panda Bear,
The Techniques,
Josef K,
Donny Hathaway,
Albert Ayler,
Technova,
Youth Brigade,
Banda Bassotti,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Siglo XX,
Tres Demented,
Circle Jerks,
Neil Young,
Shoche,
Moby Grape,
Ohio Players,
Skriet,
Quando Quango,
Kerri Chandler,
The Fugs,
the Human League,
Wolf Eyes,
The Busters,
John Cale,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Moebius,
Boz Scaggs,
the Association,
Gong,
Negative Approach,
Frankie Knuckles,
Suburban Knight,
Andrew Hill,
B.T. Express,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cal Tjader,
Glenn Branca,
Absolute Body Control,
Lou Christie,
Kenny Larkin,
Pantytec,
Cybotron,
Glambeats Corp.,
Desert Stars,
Chrome,
Erykah Badu,
The Pretty Things,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.