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 Nicaragua and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manchester.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sam Rivers to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Magma,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scrapy,
Sandy B,
Barry Ungar,
Patti Smith,
Grandmaster Flash,
Don Cherry,
Kurtis Blow,
Urselle,
The Black Dice,
The Slackers,
James White and The Blacks,
Pagans,
Joe Finger,
Marmalade,
the Swans,
Glambeats Corp.,
Grauzone,
Little Man,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Country Teasers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Underground Resistance,
New Order,
Schoolly D,
Livin' Joy,
The Modern Lovers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ludus,
Tubeway Army,
John Cale,
David Axelrod,
Reuben Wilson,
Young Marble Giants,
The Stooges,
Groovy Waters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sun City Girls,
Gabor Szabo,
The Blues Magoos,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Radiopuhelimet,
June of 44,
The Moody Blues,
The Victims,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Excepter,
The Kinks,
Neu!,
Aural Exciters,
PIL,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Gories,
Jerry's Kids,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.