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 Albania and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Raincoats to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Sällskapet,
Boz Scaggs,
Ludus,
the Germs,
48th St. Collective,
Radiopuhelimet,
Television Personalities,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tom Boy,
Mad Mike,
10cc,
The Trojans,
Kas Product,
Skarface,
Neil Young,
The Zeros,
Wire,
Jeff Lynne,
Faust,
Morten Harket,
Mr. Review,
Spandau Ballet,
Spoonie Gee,
The Blackbyrds,
F. McDonald,
Peter and Kerry,
Unrelated Segments,
Sonic Youth,
Lalo Schifrin,
Glenn Branca,
Ten City,
The Black Dice,
The Fall,
The Saints,
Roger Hodgson,
The Music Machine,
Ohio Players,
Intrusion,
The Motions,
Blake Baxter,
Second Layer,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Byron Stingily,
The Seeds,
David Axelrod,
Essential Logic,
Scan 7,
Yazoo,
Minny Pops,
Au Pairs,
Godley & Creme,
The Names,
CMW,
Lower 48,
Gabor Szabo,
Nirvana,
JFA,
Ronan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
X-Ray Spex,
ABC,
Hashim,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.