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 Malta and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 OOIOO to the electroclash 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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Juan Atkins,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Happenings,
Man Parrish,
Alice Coltrane,
Tom Boy,
The American Breed,
The Fire Engines,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Agent Orange,
Reuben Wilson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Anthony Braxton,
Buzzcocks,
Iggy Pop,
Frankie Knuckles,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Alison Limerick,
Sixth Finger,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Wolf Eyes,
Sparks,
Byron Stingily,
Barry Ungar,
Mr. Review,
Jeff Mills,
Scion,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Black Flag,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Selecter,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Von Mondo,
Howard Jones,
Oneida,
Popol Vuh,
The Divine Comedy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nick Fraelich,
Dead Boys,
DJ Style,
Essential Logic,
Max Romeo,
Easy Going,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lou Reed,
Dawn Penn,
The Invisible,
Newcleus,
Robert Görl,
Cluster,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Harpers Bizarre,
Radiohead,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
EPMD,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.