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 Fiji and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the electroclash 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Tubeway Army,
Sixth Finger,
Echospace,
Qualms,
Ronan,
Half Japanese,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Magazine,
Marcia Griffiths,
Saccharine Trust,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Beau Brummels,
The Seeds,
The Raincoats,
June Days,
Barry Ungar,
Eric B and Rakim,
This Heat,
Heaven 17,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
June of 44,
Unrelated Segments,
The Martian,
Sound Behaviour,
Gang Green,
Fat Boys,
the Slits,
Mad Mike,
Siglo XX,
Popol Vuh,
The Blackbyrds,
Ponytail,
The Fugs,
Lungfish,
Organ,
Sandy B,
KRS-One,
Fifty Foot Hose,
MDC,
Youth Brigade,
Stereo Dub,
Cybotron,
Darondo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Essential Logic,
Das Ding,
Vladislav Delay,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
LL Cool J,
The Vogues,
Adolescents,
Bill Wells,
Warsaw,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Piero Umiliani,
Tres Demented,
Eden Ahbez,
Smog,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eddi Front,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.