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 Azerbaijan and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 spring reverb 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Barry Ungar,
Make Up,
Monolake,
Massinfluence,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Schoolly D,
The Slits,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
DJ Sneak,
Dual Sessions,
Vladislav Delay,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kerri Chandler,
Funkadelic,
Mission of Burma,
Yusef Lateef,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
Audionom,
Crash Course in Science,
Animal Collective,
Franke,
Brand Nubian,
The Fugs,
Reagan Youth,
Pantytec,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Althea and Donna,
Pet Shop Boys,
Warsaw,
Yaz,
Patti Smith,
Black Flag,
Robert Hood,
New Age Steppers,
Steve Hackett,
Kenny Larkin,
Kaleidoscope,
Toni Rubio,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
World's Most,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Todd Terry,
MDC,
Donald Byrd,
Blossom Toes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Colin Newman,
Smog,
The United States of America,
Bush Tetras,
X-102,
Camberwell Now,
Bobby Sherman,
The Searchers,
Nik Kershaw,
Soft Machine,
Ituana,
Angry Samoans,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.