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 Georgia and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 rhodes 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 Mantronix to the punk 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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Marine Girls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Motions,
Ituana,
The Knickerbockers,
Joyce Sims,
Intrusion,
Popol Vuh,
Faust,
Sun Ra,
Soft Machine,
Robert Görl,
Donald Byrd,
Television Personalities,
EPMD,
DJ Sneak,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Essential Logic,
Carl Craig,
Radiopuhelimet,
Maurizio,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Boz Scaggs,
World's Most,
Ultravox,
Vladislav Delay,
X-Ray Spex,
Chrome,
Wolf Eyes,
Jacques Brel,
Sun City Girls,
Rod Modell,
Chris Corsano,
Skaos,
The Shadows of Knight,
T. Rex,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fat Boys,
B.T. Express,
The Black Dice,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Seeds,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lucky Dragons,
Malaria!,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Heaven 17,
Pylon,
Pagans,
Little Man,
Audionom,
Eve St. Jones,
Juan Atkins,
Tommy Roe,
Underground Resistance,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Alice Coltrane,
Jerry Gold Smith,
D'Angelo,
Boredoms,
Faraquet,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.