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 Papua New Guinea and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Michael McDonald 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 Adolescents to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Siglo XX,
The Doors,
The Searchers,
The Associates,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lalo Schifrin,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Amazonics,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Cramps,
Rotary Connection,
Oneida,
The Smoke,
Fort Wilson Riot,
EPMD,
Wings,
The Sound,
Monolake,
Jacques Brel,
Mary Jane Girls,
Magma,
Barrington Levy,
Derrick Morgan,
Agent Orange,
Chris Corsano,
David Bowie,
Fluxion,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Electric Prunes,
The Leaves,
Lyres,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Golliwogs,
The Fire Engines,
The Mojo Men,
Can,
Severed Heads,
KRS-One,
Urselle,
Ten City,
The Cowsills,
Nils Olav,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eddi Front,
The Young Rascals,
Scientists,
Negative Approach,
Glenn Branca,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Matthew Bourne,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Residents,
The Five Americans,
Blake Baxter,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Offenders,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mandrill,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.