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 Burkina and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 snare 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 Bang On A Can to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Qualms,
John Cale,
Barry Ungar,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bobby Hutcherson,
X-101,
Amon Düül,
Derrick Morgan,
OOIOO,
Ponytail,
Fugazi,
K-Klass,
Monolake,
The Buckinghams,
The Monochrome Set,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Modern Lovers,
Main Source,
Skarface,
Leonard Cohen,
CMW,
Mandrill,
Brothers Johnson,
Cecil Taylor,
10cc,
Marine Girls,
Easy Going,
Bob Dylan,
Skriet,
Roy Ayers,
Joe Finger,
Depeche Mode,
Davy DMX,
The Grass Roots,
The Skatalites,
Jimmy McGriff,
DJ Style,
The Sound,
Bluetip,
Crooked Eye,
June of 44,
Archie Shepp,
Tom Boy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Glenn Branca,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Smoke,
Toni Rubio,
Au Pairs,
Connie Case,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Sonics,
Scientists,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.