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 Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
OOIOO,
Rites of Spring,
Iggy Pop,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Happenings,
Hardrive,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
This Heat,
The Fuzztones,
Tom Boy,
X-101,
The Residents,
Wally Richardson,
the Association,
DNA,
Man Eating Sloth,
Neil Young,
Bang On A Can,
Babytalk,
Robert Hood,
Colin Newman,
Buzzcocks,
Aural Exciters,
La Düsseldorf,
Q65,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Judy Mowatt,
EPMD,
Sun Ra,
Nirvana,
Ohio Players,
Sexual Harrassment,
Byron Stingily,
Minnie Riperton,
Excepter,
Adolescents,
Jawbox,
Harpers Bizarre,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nick Fraelich,
Throbbing Gristle,
Can,
Sonic Youth,
Ronan,
Sam Rivers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Public Enemy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fatback Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cecil Taylor,
Stiv Bators,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ornette Coleman,
The Moody Blues,
Joyce Sims,
The Barracudas,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Saccharine Trust,
Scion,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.