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 New Zealand and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 spring reverb 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 F. McDonald to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Nick Fraelich,
Rites of Spring,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nico,
The Monochrome Set,
Boredoms,
Average White Band,
Isaac Hayes,
The Red Krayola,
Fela Kuti,
Donald Byrd,
Maurizio,
Aswad,
Scrapy,
Jacob Miller,
Lyres,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Roxy Music,
Yaz,
Mandrill,
Angry Samoans,
Au Pairs,
Robert Hood,
Banda Bassotti,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Modern Lovers,
Section 25,
The Wake,
Andrew Hill,
Magma,
The Zeros,
The Slits,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Toasters,
Q and Not U,
Quadrant,
JFA,
Shoche,
Hot Snakes,
The Durutti Column,
Drexciya,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
In Retrospect,
Massinfluence,
Nirvana,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bush Tetras,
Jandek,
Hashim,
Monolake,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ludus,
Lower 48,
Jimmy McGriff,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Laurel Aitken,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sun City Girls,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.