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 Indonesia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Anthony Braxton to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
Slave,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Unwound,
The Victims,
Crash Course in Science,
Guru Guru,
Bluetip,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Scratch Acid,
Eric Copeland,
Minny Pops,
Bootsy Collins,
The Birthday Party,
Bobby Womack,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ten City,
Ken Boothe,
One Last Wish,
Popol Vuh,
Outsiders,
Black Moon,
Groovy Waters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Anthony Braxton,
Angry Samoans,
Minutemen,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Whodini,
Agent Orange,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Barbara Tucker,
The Searchers,
Alphaville,
Soulsonic Force,
T.S.O.L.,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Amon Düül II,
X-101,
Rakim,
Jandek,
Vladislav Delay,
Roy Ayers,
Warsaw,
Al Stewart,
The Barracudas,
The Golliwogs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Banda Bassotti,
Sonny Sharrock,
It's A Beautiful Day,
In Retrospect,
Soft Machine,
Negative Approach,
Thee Headcoats,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.