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 Guinea-Bissau and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 The United States of America to the crunk 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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Boredoms,
The Index,
Groovy Waters,
Black Moon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tears for Fears,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pantaleimon,
Pharoah Sanders,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Black Dice,
Radio Birdman,
Aloha Tigers,
Rotary Connection,
a-ha,
Pierre Henry,
Chris & Cosey,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Theoretical Girls,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lakeside,
Anthony Braxton,
Basic Channel,
Agent Orange,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gang Green,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Doors,
The Vogues,
Little Man,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Offenders,
Sight & Sound,
L. Decosne,
The Count Five,
The Evens,
Fad Gadget,
Alphaville,
The Angels of Light,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Beau Brummels,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Simply Red,
Crispian St. Peters,
Aural Exciters,
Au Pairs,
Ralphi Rosario,
UT,
Skriet,
John Cale,
Iggy Pop,
June Days,
Fugazi,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Masters at Work,
The Slits,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.