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 Fiji and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Deepchord to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Country Teasers,
The Music Machine,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Hasil Adkins,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Slackers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Star Department,
a-ha,
Basic Channel,
Andrew Hill,
The Gladiators,
Robert Görl,
Tomorrow,
Animal Collective,
The Detroit Cobras,
Angry Samoans,
Camouflage,
Simply Red,
Mantronix,
Severed Heads,
Gang of Four,
Eddi Front,
Von Mondo,
New Order,
Motorama,
Audionom,
UT,
Lyres,
48th St. Collective,
Pagans,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Hashim,
Barry Ungar,
Duran Duran,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Soft Cell,
Todd Rundgren,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sam Rivers,
Rites of Spring,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Zapp,
Nik Kershaw,
The Electric Prunes,
The Mojo Men,
Charles Mingus,
John Coltrane,
Bizarre Inc.,
Thompson Twins,
The Five Americans,
kango's stein massive,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Brass Construction,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.