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 Haiti and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 rhodes 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 Theoretical Girls to the rock 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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
The Barracudas,
Yellowson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Von Mondo,
Idris Muhammad,
Lucky Dragons,
Black Bananas,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jandek,
Scrapy,
Wolf Eyes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Make Up,
Piero Umiliani,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Hot Snakes,
Moby Grape,
Essential Logic,
Charles Mingus,
Harmonia,
The Angels of Light,
Hoover,
Robert Hood,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ice-T,
DJ Style,
The Zeros,
The Dirtbombs,
the Slits,
The Fuzztones,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Slave,
Henry Cow,
Japan,
Godley & Creme,
Derrick May,
Saccharine Trust,
Hasil Adkins,
Ken Boothe,
Zapp,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Wings,
Aloha Tigers,
the Bar-Kays,
Popol Vuh,
Pierre Henry,
Das Ding,
Porter Ricks,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Tremeloes,
Bad Manners,
Rhythm & Sound,
Alice Coltrane,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fugazi,
The Grass Roots,
Infiniti,
The Buckinghams,
T.S.O.L.,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.