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 Panama and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Holger Czukay 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 Glenn Branca to the rap 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood 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 a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Hoover,
Stiv Bators,
Hardrive,
Rosa Yemen,
Depeche Mode,
Visage,
The Kinks,
Crash Course in Science,
The Moody Blues,
KRS-One,
Television,
David Axelrod,
Interpol,
The Birthday Party,
Thee Headcoats,
Wally Richardson,
Circle Jerks,
David Bowie,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Amazonics,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Deadbeat,
the Slits,
Girls At Our Best!,
DJ Sneak,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Buckinghams,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Skriet,
Lungfish,
Banda Bassotti,
Frankie Knuckles,
Hashim,
Pantytec,
Main Source,
ABBA,
Radio Birdman,
Cameo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Yazoo,
Peter and Kerry,
Schoolly D,
Graham Central Station,
Neu!,
Chris Corsano,
Darondo,
Scientists,
Kerrie Biddell,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Velvet Underground,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Germs,
Jacob Miller,
Oneida,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Young Marble Giants,
Stockholm Monsters,
Goldenarms,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.