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 Honduras and from New York.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Robert Palmer 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 Panda Bear to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Yazoo,
Don Cherry,
Ituana,
8 Eyed Spy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eve St. Jones,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Sonics,
Gichy Dan,
Rosa Yemen,
Babytalk,
Public Enemy,
The Pop Group,
Delta 5,
The Dead C,
Cluster,
Little Man,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bootsy Collins,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
James Chance & The Contortions,
UT,
Fela Kuti,
MC5,
Brass Construction,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fluxion,
Gang of Four,
Gastr Del Sol,
Unrelated Segments,
U.S. Maple,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eli Mardock,
Pulsallama,
Suburban Knight,
Von Mondo,
Alphaville,
Sam Rivers,
Maurizio,
CMW,
Minutemen,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nirvana,
Erasure,
The Martian,
Flamin' Groovies,
Faraquet,
Ralphi Rosario,
June Days,
the Association,
Fad Gadget,
The Doors,
Mantronix,
Pantaleimon,
Barry Ungar,
The Index,
Excepter,
The Pretty Things,
Crash Course in Science,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.