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 Lyon.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Tim Buckley to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
John Foxx,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Japan,
Don Cherry,
The Fuzztones,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pagans,
John Lydon,
Black Flag,
Maleditus Sound,
Agent Orange,
Faraquet,
Von Mondo,
Gong,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Althea and Donna,
David Axelrod,
The Doors,
Pussy Galore,
Reagan Youth,
Blake Baxter,
The Count Five,
The Offenders,
Arab on Radar,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dark Day,
Slick Rick,
The Fugs,
Scrapy,
Marvin Gaye,
48th St. Collective,
New York Dolls,
Ponytail,
Letta Mbulu,
Cheater Slicks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Severed Heads,
Little Man,
Scion,
The Fire Engines,
Andrew Hill,
Hoover,
Parry Music,
Toni Rubio,
Minutemen,
Rod Modell,
Peter and Kerry,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Soul Sonic Force,
Heaven 17,
X-102,
The Cramps,
Black Moon,
David McCallum,
Albert Ayler,
Stereo Dub,
Sandy B,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.