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 Denmark and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 This Heat to the grime 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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
The Last Poets,
Banda Bassotti,
The Gladiators,
The Sonics,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Golliwogs,
Lou Christie,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pussy Galore,
Nirvana,
Pylon,
Rod Modell,
Camberwell Now,
Minutemen,
Derrick May,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Remains,
Tommy Roe,
The Barracudas,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The New Christs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pantytec,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gong,
Matthew Bourne,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Neil Young,
Livin' Joy,
Henry Cow,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
June Days,
Suicide,
The Pretty Things,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Searchers,
Colin Newman,
The Standells,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kerri Chandler,
Deakin,
Radio Birdman,
Procol Harum,
Lucky Dragons,
Jerry Gold Smith,
a-ha,
Television Personalities,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Graham Central Station,
The Pop Group,
Alison Limerick,
Hot Snakes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Grandmaster Flash,
Public Enemy,
Ituana,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.