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 Armenia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Massinfluence to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Can,
Urselle,
The Sonics,
Oneida,
The Vogues,
X-101,
Deakin,
Alison Limerick,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Modern Lovers,
Tommy Roe,
Unrelated Segments,
Bobby Byrd,
Slave,
The Slackers,
Siglo XX,
Sandy B,
Throbbing Gristle,
Babytalk,
Tom Boy,
June Days,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Blackbyrds,
Franke,
The J.B.'s,
Circle Jerks,
The Knickerbockers,
Eve St. Jones,
Von Mondo,
ABC,
Bauhaus,
Kenny Larkin,
Amon Düül,
Ralphi Rosario,
Joy Division,
Tres Demented,
Agitation Free,
OOIOO,
Laurel Aitken,
Youth Brigade,
The Wake,
Crime,
Lindisfarne,
Qualms,
Loose Ends,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ituana,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
a-ha,
Joe Smooth,
the Soft Cell,
Nirvana,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The American Breed,
Radio Birdman,
Glambeats Corp.,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ornette Coleman,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
World's Most,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.