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 Senegal and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Boredoms,
John Lydon,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Velvet Underground,
Metal Thangz,
Rapeman,
Motorama,
The Dead C,
The Tremeloes,
The Leaves,
The Fuzztones,
Terry Callier,
Leonard Cohen,
Soft Cell,
Q and Not U,
Byron Stingily,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sister Nancy,
Ituana,
The Gap Band,
Mo-Dettes,
The Sonics,
Zapp,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lakeside,
Aaron Thompson,
Ken Boothe,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Harpers Bizarre,
T.S.O.L.,
Visage,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Japan,
Sun City Girls,
Mr. Review,
The Count Five,
The Techniques,
Agitation Free,
The Neon Judgement,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
MC5,
Agent Orange,
Slick Rick,
Roy Ayers,
Sixth Finger,
Lalann,
Danielle Patucci,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Moby Grape,
Dark Day,
Thee Headcoats,
The Cosmic Jokers,
John Holt,
Mission of Burma,
Barrington Levy,
Surgeon,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Saints,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.