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 Vietnam and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Black Moon to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Interpol,
Nirvana,
Unwound,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Brothers Johnson,
Ohio Players,
Graham Central Station,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Godley & Creme,
Shuggie Otis,
The Index,
Panda Bear,
X-Ray Spex,
Masters at Work,
Lindisfarne,
Aswad,
Smog,
Idris Muhammad,
the Bar-Kays,
Chris Corsano,
Terrestrial Tones,
Alison Limerick,
The Monochrome Set,
Angry Samoans,
June Days,
David McCallum,
Radiohead,
Half Japanese,
Los Fastidios,
Pantytec,
Brass Construction,
The Searchers,
Moss Icon,
Icehouse,
Althea and Donna,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ronan,
Funkadelic,
Pere Ubu,
The Doobie Brothers,
Loose Ends,
Robert Görl,
Alice Coltrane,
Faust,
The Knickerbockers,
Popol Vuh,
Sound Behaviour,
The Five Americans,
the Slits,
Magazine,
Flipper,
Inner City,
Y Pants,
The Red Krayola,
Lucky Dragons,
Bronski Beat,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Massinfluence,
Slick Rick,
Joyce Sims,
Sonic Youth,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.