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 Vanuatu and from Portland.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 organ 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 Hoover to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Franke,
Altered Images,
John Holt,
Q65,
New Age Steppers,
Second Layer,
Von Mondo,
Flash Fearless,
Pagans,
Jacques Brel,
Tropical Tobacco,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Groovy Waters,
Gang of Four,
Dark Day,
Unwound,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Minor Threat,
The Cramps,
Lalann,
Outsiders,
Schoolly D,
CMW,
Black Sheep,
The Slits,
Television Personalities,
The Tremeloes,
Wings,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Harmonia,
The Monochrome Set,
Grey Daturas,
Television,
Prince Buster,
Idris Muhammad,
Magma,
Neu!,
Agitation Free,
Crispy Ambulance,
Donald Byrd,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Arthur Verocai,
Sun Ra,
The Zeros,
Blossom Toes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Suburban Knight,
Fat Boys,
Tommy Roe,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dual Sessions,
Rites of Spring,
Avey Tare,
Terrestrial Tones,
Charles Mingus,
Bang On A Can,
The Fuzztones,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.