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 Uruguay and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Houston.
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 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 Pylon to the crunk 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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Alice Coltrane,
Anakelly,
Gong,
Eddi Front,
Joyce Sims,
Dorothy Ashby,
Model 500,
Sam Rivers,
Freddie Wadling,
Pantaleimon,
Grey Daturas,
The Gap Band,
The Sound,
Fear,
Nas,
Yusef Lateef,
The Motions,
The Searchers,
Rufus Thomas,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Reagan Youth,
Rekid,
The Moleskins,
Circle Jerks,
Blossom Toes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bronski Beat,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Martian,
The Standells,
Von Mondo,
Excepter,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Kinks,
Ossler,
Sly & The Family Stone,
a-ha,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fatback Band,
The Fugs,
Juan Atkins,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Cramps,
The Human League,
Scion,
Moebius,
Peter and Kerry,
Flipper,
Yazoo,
Gerry Rafferty,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Black Pus,
Isaac Hayes,
Absolute Body Control,
Oneida,
Pussy Galore,
Echospace,
Black Flag,
Sixth Finger,
John Lydon,
Eric B and Rakim,
AZ,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.