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 Micronesia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Jeff Mills 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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Prince Buster,
FM Einheit,
Guru Guru,
the Sonics,
Hasil Adkins,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Minutemen,
Sun Ra,
The Offenders,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Sonics,
Reagan Youth,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ralphi Rosario,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sex Pistols,
The Music Machine,
The Associates,
Barry Ungar,
The Victims,
The New Christs,
The Gun Club,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Vainqueur,
Slick Rick,
Average White Band,
Archie Shepp,
Bob Dylan,
Warren Ellis,
Infiniti,
Rhythm & Sound,
Japan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Subhumans,
Skaos,
Crooked Eye,
Jacques Brel,
Boogie Down Productions,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kayak,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jandek,
the Normal,
Unwound,
The Techniques,
This Heat,
DJ Style,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nick Fraelich,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Liliput,
8 Eyed Spy,
Oneida,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.