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 Sweden and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 808 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 New York Dolls to the jazz 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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Reuben Wilson,
The Victims,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Blake Baxter,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Happenings,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Massinfluence,
ABC,
Colin Newman,
Sam Rivers,
One Last Wish,
The Black Dice,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Remains,
Saccharine Trust,
Gang Starr,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gong,
Procol Harum,
The Divine Comedy,
Make Up,
The Cramps,
Stereo Dub,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Popol Vuh,
Rapeman,
Quantec,
Mars,
The Grass Roots,
The Gap Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Henry Cow,
Carl Craig,
Index,
The Barracudas,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Walker Brothers,
Royal Trux,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Parry Music,
AZ,
Visage,
X-102,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Evens,
Pantaleimon,
The American Breed,
Pole,
Bill Wells,
Newcleus,
Suicide,
B.T. Express,
The Motions,
Wings,
a-ha,
Depeche Mode,
Au Pairs,
Hot Snakes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.