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 South Africa and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 guitar 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 Victims to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Easy Going,
Isaac Hayes,
Los Fastidios,
Aaron Thompson,
Archie Shepp,
Alison Limerick,
Simply Red,
Ponytail,
Cameo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ice-T,
A Flock of Seagulls,
E-Dancer,
Agent Orange,
Maurizio,
Marc Almond,
The Victims,
the Swans,
John Coltrane,
Cluster,
LL Cool J,
Boz Scaggs,
Flipper,
Bobby Sherman,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Litter,
The Offenders,
Crispian St. Peters,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pussy Galore,
Crash Course in Science,
the Association,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
These Immortal Souls,
Joyce Sims,
Sugar Minott,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jawbox,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Flesh Eaters,
Second Layer,
Gabor Szabo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nirvana,
Kenny Larkin,
Sound Behaviour,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
David Axelrod,
The Music Machine,
Ludus,
Joe Finger,
Oblivians,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Circle Jerks,
Visage,
Fatback Band,
T.S.O.L.,
Junior Murvin,
Scratch Acid,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.