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 Iceland and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 mellotron 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 The Techniques to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Second Layer,
Hasil Adkins,
Arcadia,
The Cramps,
The Mummies,
Bob Dylan,
Sonny Sharrock,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
JFA,
Soft Cell,
John Cale,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ultravox,
John Coltrane,
Morten Harket,
The Blackbyrds,
Moby Grape,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Residents,
Rufus Thomas,
Oneida,
Blancmange,
Theoretical Girls,
Blake Baxter,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Barracudas,
Blossom Toes,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Sonics,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cluster,
Pierre Henry,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Grandmaster Flash,
Arthur Verocai,
Nils Olav,
The Pretty Things,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Fire Engines,
Crash Course in Science,
Josef K,
Radiohead,
The Shadows of Knight,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Easy Going,
Yusef Lateef,
Bronski Beat,
Ten City,
Joyce Sims,
Jawbox,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Delta 5,
Rotary Connection,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ice-T,
Flash Fearless,
These Immortal Souls,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.