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 Equatorial Guinea and from Sao Paulo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 guitar 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
The Alarm Clocks,
Second Layer,
Avey Tare,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
U.S. Maple,
Pole,
Grey Daturas,
Black Moon,
Black Sheep,
Marine Girls,
The Monks,
The Gladiators,
Ossler,
Man Eating Sloth,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Metal Thangz,
The Cure,
Pagans,
Fat Boys,
Lightning Bolt,
the Human League,
Pierre Henry,
The Music Machine,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Accadde A,
Pylon,
China Crisis,
John Coltrane,
John Lydon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Zapp,
Circle Jerks,
OOIOO,
The Techniques,
Joe Finger,
Mr. Review,
the Association,
Harry Pussy,
Eli Mardock,
H. Thieme,
Sällskapet,
The Fugs,
Symarip,
Matthew Bourne,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sound Behaviour,
DJ Style,
Nik Kershaw,
Smog,
Robert Görl,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Babytalk,
Fatback Band,
Sam Rivers,
Joensuu 1685,
Lakeside,
Yazoo,
Fela Kuti,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Harpers Bizarre,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.