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 Afghanistan and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Glenn Branca to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Kayak,
Eric Dolphy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Agitation Free,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lakeside,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Slackers,
EPMD,
Sam Rivers,
Trumans Water,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
MC5,
Accadde A,
Mo-Dettes,
The Raincoats,
Darondo,
The Gories,
kango's stein massive,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scan 7,
Bill Near,
Joe Smooth,
Carl Craig,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Victims,
Bang On A Can,
Livin' Joy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
D'Angelo,
Fugazi,
Tommy Roe,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Marc Almond,
The Blues Magoos,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Red Krayola,
Hasil Adkins,
Mandrill,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rakim,
Kerri Chandler,
Crispy Ambulance,
Boogie Down Productions,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jawbox,
Chrome,
Guru Guru,
Jerry's Kids,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ponytail,
The Fortunes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Duran Duran,
X-101,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Loose Ends,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.