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 Bhutan and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 güiro 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Black Bananas,
Fear,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ossler,
Negative Approach,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eve St. Jones,
Bill Near,
Mark Hollis,
ABC,
Thee Headcoats,
Fugazi,
Tim Buckley,
Nik Kershaw,
Qualms,
Quantec,
Funkadelic,
ABBA,
Aswad,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sex Pistols,
China Crisis,
Bizarre Inc.,
The American Breed,
Essential Logic,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Offenders,
Gil Scott Heron,
Joensuu 1685,
Bush Tetras,
Lindisfarne,
Robert Görl,
Crooked Eye,
Blake Baxter,
Little Man,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Adolescents,
Hoover,
Mars,
Barbara Tucker,
The Sonics,
Boz Scaggs,
Bootsy Collins,
Mad Mike,
the Soft Cell,
Eric Dolphy,
Maleditus Sound,
Lalann,
Crispy Ambulance,
Hot Snakes,
Unrelated Segments,
the Sonics,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eurythmics,
Amazonics,
Andrew Hill,
Nirvana,
Connie Case,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.