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 United States and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Hardrive to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Liliput,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Black Moon,
Marvin Gaye,
Gang of Four,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Joy Division,
Blossom Toes,
Jerry's Kids,
Lightning Bolt,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tim Buckley,
E-Dancer,
The Cramps,
Moebius,
Glambeats Corp.,
Robert Görl,
Fluxion,
The Music Machine,
the Association,
Nico,
Livin' Joy,
Thompson Twins,
Stereo Dub,
Los Fastidios,
Unwound,
Model 500,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Suburban Knight,
Chris Corsano,
Zero Boys,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Drexciya,
Michelle Simonal,
Ken Boothe,
Spandau Ballet,
Babytalk,
Panda Bear,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Hoover,
Jacques Brel,
The Evens,
Yellowson,
Cymande,
The Doors,
Electric Prunes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Anthony Braxton,
Ossler,
the Germs,
Nik Kershaw,
Japan,
Circle Jerks,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Mighty Diamonds,
48th St. Collective,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Section 25,
PIL,
Lakeside,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.