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 Serbia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 X-101 to the punk 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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Nils Olav,
Erasure,
Dark Day,
The Knickerbockers,
Buzzcocks,
Massinfluence,
Ornette Coleman,
Black Sheep,
The Smoke,
Animal Collective,
Janne Schatter,
Jeff Lynne,
Soulsonic Force,
Minor Threat,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Dead C,
Quadrant,
Wally Richardson,
Don Cherry,
Nico,
Fear,
Robert Hood,
Chris & Cosey,
David McCallum,
Mo-Dettes,
Marine Girls,
Los Fastidios,
Black Bananas,
The Sonics,
Underground Resistance,
Panda Bear,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sister Nancy,
Agent Orange,
Roy Ayers,
Bluetip,
Jeff Mills,
Glenn Branca,
Section 25,
DJ Sneak,
Lou Christie,
Eden Ahbez,
The Star Department,
Bauhaus,
Radio Birdman,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Model 500,
Derrick Morgan,
Magma,
Jerry's Kids,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ituana,
Yellowson,
Davy DMX,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Raincoats,
Josef K,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.