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 Guatemala and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 harpsichord 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 Black Flag to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe 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 spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Nik Kershaw,
Avey Tare,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ludus,
Johnny Osbourne,
Peter and Kerry,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kerrie Biddell,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Arcadia,
The Real Kids,
Kas Product,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ken Boothe,
Drive Like Jehu,
FM Einheit,
Neil Young,
Siglo XX,
Surgeon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sonic Youth,
Drexciya,
Nick Fraelich,
Michelle Simonal,
Excepter,
AZ,
Leonard Cohen,
Brick,
DNA,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sixth Finger,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bobby Sherman,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lalann,
The Five Americans,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Count Five,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jandek,
Tim Buckley,
David Axelrod,
Alison Limerick,
Television,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lakeside,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Mummies,
Los Fastidios,
Marmalade,
Monolake,
The Misunderstood,
Neu!,
Piero Umiliani,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gabor Szabo,
Khruangbin,
Funky Four + One,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.