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 Kuwait and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Index to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Basic Channel,
Kas Product,
The Gories,
Lindisfarne,
Pussy Galore,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Soft Machine,
Don Cherry,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Colin Newman,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Slits,
Fad Gadget,
Mark Hollis,
Parry Music,
The Flesh Eaters,
Black Moon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Japan,
Oneida,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ossler,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Names,
Skriet,
U.S. Maple,
Magma,
Rakim,
Dual Sessions,
AZ,
Black Pus,
the Bar-Kays,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Zeros,
Scan 7,
Monks,
The Doors,
Main Source,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Joy Division,
Grey Daturas,
The Neon Judgement,
Minor Threat,
Jandek,
OOIOO,
Byron Stingily,
Quadrant,
The Remains,
Aural Exciters,
Silicon Teens,
Al Stewart,
The Monochrome Set,
Brand Nubian,
Junior Murvin,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Heaven 17,
Cecil Taylor,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.