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 Finland and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 theremin 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 Warren Ellis to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Fugazi,
Make Up,
Tres Demented,
Dead Boys,
Flash Fearless,
Patti Smith,
the Bar-Kays,
Jerry's Kids,
The Count Five,
Bronski Beat,
Nas,
The Walker Brothers,
Nils Olav,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Fuzztones,
Archie Shepp,
Reuben Wilson,
Delon & Dalcan,
AZ,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Germs,
Clear Light,
Essential Logic,
Subhumans,
Gang Starr,
The Tremeloes,
X-101,
Nation of Ulysses,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cybotron,
Donald Byrd,
Ultimate Spinach,
Wings,
Connie Case,
Sun Ra,
Barbara Tucker,
The Fortunes,
Ken Boothe,
Lakeside,
X-Ray Spex,
Frankie Knuckles,
Severed Heads,
Qualms,
Sugar Minott,
Arthur Verocai,
Jawbox,
Hardrive,
Deepchord,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Modern Lovers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Slits,
Tommy Roe,
Kas Product,
Magazine,
E-Dancer,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Wally Richardson,
Lightning Bolt,
the Association,
The Velvet Underground,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.