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 Solomon Islands and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 linndrum 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 Ornette Coleman to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Saints. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Cluster,
Pulsallama,
Organ,
The Pretty Things,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Chris & Cosey,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Sonics,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Beau Brummels,
Nico,
Black Flag,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Man Eating Sloth,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nas,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bob Dylan,
Au Pairs,
Eddi Front,
Minutemen,
Tomorrow,
Althea and Donna,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rosa Yemen,
Malaria!,
Prince Buster,
PIL,
Inner City,
Tim Buckley,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Angels of Light,
Man Parrish,
Ronan,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lucky Dragons,
The Trojans,
Q and Not U,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Janne Schatter,
Magma,
Black Pus,
Black Moon,
Surgeon,
Gastr Del Sol,
Derrick May,
The Black Dice,
The Slits,
The Gladiators,
Fad Gadget,
Nils Olav,
Section 25,
Harry Pussy,
Dual Sessions,
The Star Department,
Sandy B,
Arcadia,
The Blackbyrds,
Joe Smooth,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.