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 Armenia and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Kenny Larkin to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
This Heat,
Infiniti,
Essential Logic,
Lucky Dragons,
Flipper,
the Sonics,
Crispy Ambulance,
Spandau Ballet,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tears for Fears,
Alton Ellis,
Godley & Creme,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Make Up,
Robert Wyatt,
The New Christs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Henry Cow,
Toni Rubio,
Dennis Brown,
The Modern Lovers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sarah Menescal,
Lou Reed,
Freddie Wadling,
Nation of Ulysses,
Robert Hood,
Das Ding,
Tommy Roe,
Sugar Minott,
Glenn Branca,
Ken Boothe,
Brothers Johnson,
Joe Smooth,
Kaleidoscope,
Bobby Womack,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Subhumans,
Ituana,
The Misunderstood,
Banda Bassotti,
Funky Four + One,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cecil Taylor,
Sällskapet,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nick Fraelich,
Royal Trux,
Urselle,
Fugazi,
Bush Tetras,
Jeff Lynne,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Marine Girls,
Monolake,
Graham Central Station,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Count Five,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.