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 Liechtenstein and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 harpsichord 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Eden Ahbez,
JFA,
U.S. Maple,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tears for Fears,
Peter and Kerry,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
David McCallum,
The Monks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nirvana,
Todd Terry,
Patti Smith,
La Düsseldorf,
Brothers Johnson,
Throbbing Gristle,
L. Decosne,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Animal Collective,
The Young Rascals,
Janne Schatter,
The Index,
The Gap Band,
The Knickerbockers,
Crash Course in Science,
F. McDonald,
Dark Day,
The Gladiators,
The Slackers,
The Zeros,
Index,
Chrome,
KRS-One,
Hardrive,
Slick Rick,
Rakim,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dorothy Ashby,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Buzzcocks,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Cecil Taylor,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Livin' Joy,
MC5,
The Doors,
Kurtis Blow,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sugar Minott,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Adolescents,
The Real Kids,
Aaron Thompson,
Wire,
Sandy B,
Freddie Wadling,
Black Pus,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.