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 Guyana and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 clarinet 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 Circle Jerks to the punk 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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
The Electric Prunes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
DJ Sneak,
DJ Style,
CMW,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Fugs,
Nils Olav,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kerri Chandler,
Popol Vuh,
Lou Reed,
Eddi Front,
Girls At Our Best!,
Terrestrial Tones,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nik Kershaw,
Johnny Clarke,
Eve St. Jones,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Quadrant,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cameo,
Skriet,
Thompson Twins,
Rhythm & Sound,
Slick Rick,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Suicide,
Derrick May,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marine Girls,
DNA,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Pop Group,
The Beau Brummels,
MDC,
Heaven 17,
The Black Dice,
Blancmange,
The Smiths,
Al Stewart,
Ornette Coleman,
Roxy Music,
UT,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Arthur Verocai,
The Happenings,
The Motions,
Q65,
Khruangbin,
Fatback Band,
New Age Steppers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tim Buckley,
The Martian,
Freddie Wadling,
Harpers Bizarre,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.