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 Georgia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Boogie Down Productions to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Freddie Wadling,
Bang On A Can,
Max Romeo,
Ten City,
Hot Snakes,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Leaves,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Young Rascals,
Rotary Connection,
The Move,
R.M.O.,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fad Gadget,
Adolescents,
Make Up,
Iggy Pop,
Excepter,
The Fire Engines,
Neu!,
Eli Mardock,
Robert Wyatt,
Moebius,
The J.B.'s,
Ohio Players,
Black Sheep,
Delta 5,
Danielle Patucci,
Joe Smooth,
Jawbox,
Kurtis Blow,
Loose Ends,
The Detroit Cobras,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Connie Case,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Golliwogs,
Alton Ellis,
Jandek,
AZ,
Black Bananas,
The Dead C,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Radio Birdman,
Rakim,
Urselle,
Severed Heads,
Shuggie Otis,
Bobby Womack,
The Fuzztones,
Silicon Teens,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Darondo,
Josef K,
Chrome,
Soulsonic Force,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.