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 Mongolia and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Slave to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Siglo XX,
Animal Collective,
Mandrill,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Hashim,
The Mojo Men,
The Evens,
The Trojans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
One Last Wish,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Throbbing Gristle,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eric Copeland,
The New Christs,
The Fall,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Index,
Darondo,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Mummies,
The Fuzztones,
Barrington Levy,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Dirtbombs,
Cal Tjader,
Man Parrish,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Blackbyrds,
Audionom,
The Leaves,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Basic Channel,
DJ Sneak,
Altered Images,
Sun City Girls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Skarface,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Technova,
PIL,
Max Romeo,
Wire,
Slick Rick,
Jacques Brel,
Minutemen,
Stereo Dub,
Maleditus Sound,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Stiv Bators,
Idris Muhammad,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
In Retrospect,
The Flesh Eaters,
The J.B.'s,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.