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 Belarus and from New York.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 chamberlin 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 Susan Cadogan to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
E-Dancer,
KRS-One,
Anakelly,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Procol Harum,
David McCallum,
The Techniques,
Iggy Pop,
The Misunderstood,
ABC,
Suicide,
The Cramps,
The Grass Roots,
The Invisible,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jawbox,
The Slits,
Essential Logic,
The Fuzztones,
A Certain Ratio,
Slave,
Boz Scaggs,
Scan 7,
Eddi Front,
ABBA,
Scrapy,
The Fugs,
Fugazi,
Junior Murvin,
CMW,
The Moody Blues,
Niagra,
Gichy Dan,
Smog,
Livin' Joy,
Blossom Toes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dennis Brown,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Germs,
Negative Approach,
Warsaw,
Harmonia,
Hashim,
Adolescents,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Wire,
Chris Corsano,
The Martian,
The Doors,
Rekid,
The Alarm Clocks,
Brand Nubian,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fatback Band,
Marmalade,
Technova,
David Bowie,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.