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 Equatorial Guinea and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 chamberlin 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the rock 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Deadbeat,
Eve St. Jones,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Banda Bassotti,
Qualms,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tomorrow,
Popol Vuh,
The Kinks,
The Gun Club,
Mo-Dettes,
Quadrant,
The Leaves,
New York Dolls,
Kool Moe Dee,
Youth Brigade,
Kerri Chandler,
The Dirtbombs,
Agent Orange,
Y Pants,
Ornette Coleman,
Reuben Wilson,
Flash Fearless,
Skarface,
Can,
John Holt,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Avey Tare,
Isaac Hayes,
Soulsonic Force,
Joensuu 1685,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Todd Rundgren,
Dead Boys,
Gabor Szabo,
DJ Sneak,
The Human League,
Moby Grape,
Darondo,
Kenny Larkin,
Visage,
Deakin,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Hasil Adkins,
Vladislav Delay,
Joey Negro,
Crooked Eye,
The Names,
EPMD,
The New Christs,
The Vogues,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Andrew Hill,
David McCallum,
Zero Boys,
The Fire Engines,
Agitation Free,
The Index,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.