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 Bahamas and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Slackers to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
The Black Dice,
Patti Smith,
DJ Style,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Modern Lovers,
OOIOO,
Make Up,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Theoretical Girls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Livin' Joy,
Little Man,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
X-Ray Spex,
Bobby Byrd,
Rekid,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Amazonics,
Joe Finger,
Vladislav Delay,
Surgeon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Evens,
The Cowsills,
Tommy Roe,
Isaac Hayes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fluxion,
The Seeds,
Unwound,
Albert Ayler,
Kevin Saunderson,
Roy Ayers,
Wally Richardson,
Kaleidoscope,
Brothers Johnson,
Robert Wyatt,
The Cramps,
Maleditus Sound,
Lou Christie,
Eden Ahbez,
Matthew Halsall,
Spoonie Gee,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cluster,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Country Teasers,
Nas,
The Grass Roots,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Arcadia,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Slackers,
kango's stein massive,
Dennis Brown,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.