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 Lesotho and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Minor Threat to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
The Gun Club,
Groovy Waters,
Cluster,
World's Most,
Q and Not U,
The New Christs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Connie Case,
Angry Samoans,
The Move,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scan 7,
Blake Baxter,
The Mummies,
Maleditus Sound,
Anakelly,
Minnie Riperton,
Joe Finger,
Can,
The Zeros,
The Real Kids,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Index,
Grauzone,
The Fall,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Arab on Radar,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The United States of America,
Tubeway Army,
Aloha Tigers,
Glenn Branca,
Banda Bassotti,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ten City,
Bang On A Can,
The Detroit Cobras,
Vainqueur,
This Heat,
Terrestrial Tones,
Suburban Knight,
Archie Shepp,
Bobby Womack,
Section 25,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Maurizio,
Soul II Soul,
DJ Sneak,
Sixth Finger,
Ralphi Rosario,
D'Angelo,
Isaac Hayes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Five Americans,
Kurtis Blow,
The Music Machine,
The Techniques,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Gories,
Goldenarms,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.