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 Papua New Guinea and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Ronan to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
48th St. Collective,
Yazoo,
Robert Hood,
John Coltrane,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fugazi,
Black Pus,
Make Up,
The Birthday Party,
Byron Stingily,
Hashim,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Robert Görl,
The Gun Club,
Dark Day,
a-ha,
Animal Collective,
Hardrive,
John Holt,
Oneida,
Newcleus,
Faust,
Rhythm & Sound,
Girls At Our Best!,
Quantec,
Gregory Isaacs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Duran Duran,
Siglo XX,
Janne Schatter,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Malaria!,
The Electric Prunes,
Albert Ayler,
Bootsy Collins,
Clear Light,
Man Eating Sloth,
Zapp,
Banda Bassotti,
The Tremeloes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mo-Dettes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Outsiders,
Scratch Acid,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eurythmics,
Youth Brigade,
Schoolly D,
Gong,
F. McDonald,
Underground Resistance,
Sarah Menescal,
Arthur Verocai,
The Blues Magoos,
New Order,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Adolescents,
New Age Steppers,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.