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 Nauru and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Kenny Larkin to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Drexciya,
Shoche,
Anthony Braxton,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marcia Griffiths,
OOIOO,
The Mojo Men,
Joey Negro,
Television,
Sexual Harrassment,
Supertramp,
Matthew Halsall,
Glenn Branca,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mary Jane Girls,
Todd Rundgren,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Human League,
Sun Ra,
Outsiders,
Circle Jerks,
Minutemen,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mad Mike,
the Germs,
Depeche Mode,
Lee Hazlewood,
Radiohead,
the Swans,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bauhaus,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
L. Decosne,
JFA,
Groovy Waters,
Nirvana,
Ornette Coleman,
Roger Hodgson,
KRS-One,
Camberwell Now,
Unrelated Segments,
Don Cherry,
Thee Headcoats,
Fear,
Stiv Bators,
Gregory Isaacs,
Subhumans,
Sparks,
Kerri Chandler,
Alison Limerick,
The Names,
H. Thieme,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eve St. Jones,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Excepter,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.