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 Finland and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Main Source to the jazz 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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Peter and Kerry,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Make Up,
Eli Mardock,
Darondo,
Sixth Finger,
Blake Baxter,
Wally Richardson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Anakelly,
Boredoms,
Crash Course in Science,
Neil Young,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Absolute Body Control,
The Fall,
Robert Görl,
Rod Modell,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Grey Daturas,
Unrelated Segments,
Monks,
Bauhaus,
Bobby Byrd,
The Count Five,
48th St. Collective,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Chrome,
Amon Düül,
Stereo Dub,
Bobby Sherman,
The Dead C,
Avey Tare,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Model 500,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ten City,
Letta Mbulu,
T.S.O.L.,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lower 48,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ossler,
Spoonie Gee,
New Age Steppers,
K-Klass,
Rites of Spring,
Moby Grape,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nick Fraelich,
The Barracudas,
Tim Buckley,
Wire,
Second Layer,
The Names,
The Doors,
Joey Negro,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.