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 Qatar and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 mellotron 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 Suicide to the electroclash 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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
DJ Sneak,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Popol Vuh,
Scan 7,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mandrill,
E-Dancer,
Monolake,
Bobby Hutcherson,
David McCallum,
Radiohead,
Fear,
Essential Logic,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rekid,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Delta 5,
Mission of Burma,
The Pretty Things,
the Slits,
Idris Muhammad,
Drexciya,
Swans,
Jeru the Damaja,
Joensuu 1685,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Johnny Osbourne,
Livin' Joy,
Eve St. Jones,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Colin Newman,
T.S.O.L.,
Shoche,
Patti Smith,
Althea and Donna,
Aaron Thompson,
Aloha Tigers,
The Smoke,
The Vogues,
Pantytec,
Brothers Johnson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jesper Dahlback,
H. Thieme,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pantaleimon,
Grey Daturas,
Sällskapet,
Hasil Adkins,
Yellowson,
Gichy Dan,
Magma,
Peter and Kerry,
Boredoms,
Youth Brigade,
Junior Murvin,
the Germs,
The Durutti Column,
Joe Finger,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.