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 Paraguay and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 arpeggiator 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 Adolescents to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Pere Ubu,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lalo Schifrin,
Amon Düül II,
Bootsy Collins,
Trumans Water,
Aswad,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tears for Fears,
Radiopuhelimet,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Babytalk,
Make Up,
The Index,
Quantec,
the Fania All-Stars,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Los Fastidios,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kool Moe Dee,
Panda Bear,
Talk Talk,
Country Teasers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
New York Dolls,
Brass Construction,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Slackers,
Scan 7,
Andrew Hill,
EPMD,
Skaos,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Standells,
the Human League,
The Slits,
Terrestrial Tones,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Joyce Sims,
Derrick May,
The Velvet Underground,
kango's stein massive,
Bang On A Can,
Johnny Osbourne,
Neil Young,
Alice Coltrane,
Vainqueur,
Tommy Roe,
Circle Jerks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Monochrome Set,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Q and Not U,
These Immortal Souls,
Anakelly,
Black Moon,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bush Tetras,
Con Funk Shun,
Terry Callier,
The Seeds,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.