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 Switzerland and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manchester.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Don Cherry to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Von Mondo,
Lou Reed,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
New York Dolls,
Delta 5,
Chris Corsano,
Can,
Amon Düül,
Deepchord,
The Slits,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bauhaus,
Flamin' Groovies,
One Last Wish,
Dennis Brown,
Steve Hackett,
John Lydon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Joey Negro,
Angry Samoans,
Fela Kuti,
Ossler,
Saccharine Trust,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sandy B,
Kurtis Blow,
New Order,
Guru Guru,
Cheater Slicks,
Cecil Taylor,
Japan,
Echospace,
Parry Music,
Gang Starr,
Radio Birdman,
Royal Trux,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ohio Players,
Hardrive,
Eden Ahbez,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Crash Course in Science,
The Wake,
Motorama,
The Pretty Things,
Bang On A Can,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tom Boy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sam Rivers,
Derrick May,
Dual Sessions,
Bill Wells,
Nirvana,
Freddie Wadling,
The Shadows of Knight,
KRS-One,
Arthur Verocai,
Das Ding,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.