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 Mauritius and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 snare 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 Massinfluence to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station 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 a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Count Five,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Sound,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eli Mardock,
Deakin,
Agent Orange,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Qualms,
Lightning Bolt,
The Selecter,
Khruangbin,
Sonic Youth,
Glambeats Corp.,
Connie Case,
Blossom Toes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Black Sheep,
Terry Callier,
Heaven 17,
Josef K,
Warsaw,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Crime,
Soft Machine,
Robert Hood,
David Bowie,
Archie Shepp,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Subhumans,
Guru Guru,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Yellowson,
New Age Steppers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kerri Chandler,
Supertramp,
Babytalk,
Soul II Soul,
Stereo Dub,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Leonard Cohen,
Television Personalities,
KRS-One,
The Names,
Todd Rundgren,
Depeche Mode,
Negative Approach,
Goldenarms,
Hot Snakes,
These Immortal Souls,
Franke,
Bronski Beat,
The Electric Prunes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Barclay James Harvest,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jawbox,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.