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 Saudi Arabia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 sitar 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 The Grass Roots to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
The Durutti Column,
Monolake,
Sex Pistols,
The Fuzztones,
Cameo,
The American Breed,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Hashim,
R.M.O.,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pole,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Japan,
The Skatalites,
Quadrant,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Black Dice,
Cheater Slicks,
Patti Smith,
Roxette,
Neil Young,
John Coltrane,
Loose Ends,
Al Stewart,
Donny Hathaway,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Mojo Men,
Lyres,
Fat Boys,
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Country Joe & The Fish,
Buzzcocks,
Black Flag,
Neu!,
Aloha Tigers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Dirtbombs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Robert Hood,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Blackbyrds,
E-Dancer,
Althea and Donna,
UT,
The Leaves,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pere Ubu,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
MDC,
Audionom,
Man Parrish,
Crooked Eye,
Wolf Eyes,
CMW,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.