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 Gabon and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Litter to the grime 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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Boz Scaggs,
Cal Tjader,
The Fugs,
Loose Ends,
Con Funk Shun,
Lungfish,
Jeru the Damaja,
Wally Richardson,
The Names,
The Velvet Underground,
The Raincoats,
Mad Mike,
Rites of Spring,
Slave,
Byron Stingily,
Tim Buckley,
Gerry Rafferty,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Soft Machine,
Cluster,
Nils Olav,
Kevin Saunderson,
10cc,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jandek,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bootsy Collins,
Popol Vuh,
Los Fastidios,
48th St. Collective,
John Cale,
Darondo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scrapy,
Yazoo,
Johnny Clarke,
Quadrant,
Cybotron,
The Fire Engines,
Scan 7,
The Remains,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Masters at Work,
Max Romeo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Laurel Aitken,
Agitation Free,
Lalann,
The Cowsills,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
OOIOO,
Amon Düül II,
Au Pairs,
Ultimate Spinach,
Charles Mingus,
ABC,
PIL,
The Smiths,
Bill Wells,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.