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 Uruguay and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Babytalk to the electroclash 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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Sixth Finger,
Radiohead,
Eli Mardock,
The Martian,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tears for Fears,
Lower 48,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Monks,
Gang of Four,
The Motions,
Toni Rubio,
Echospace,
The Velvet Underground,
Bluetip,
PIL,
Isaac Hayes,
Vainqueur,
Cal Tjader,
ABBA,
Cluster,
Boz Scaggs,
Brothers Johnson,
Flash Fearless,
Moebius,
The Star Department,
Arab on Radar,
Unwound,
David Axelrod,
the Bar-Kays,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Flesh Eaters,
Alison Limerick,
Eric B and Rakim,
Monks,
Oblivians,
Sam Rivers,
Minny Pops,
Boredoms,
Glenn Branca,
Sister Nancy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Michelle Simonal,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Quantec,
Yazoo,
Lalo Schifrin,
KRS-One,
Gichy Dan,
Bootsy Collins,
The American Breed,
Eurythmics,
Soulsonic Force,
Pagans,
Ponytail,
The Vogues,
K-Klass,
Kerri Chandler,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.