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 United States and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Houston.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Aaron Thompson to the dance 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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Harpers Bizarre,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Scan 7,
Soulsonic Force,
Yazoo,
Inner City,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Saints,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gang Gang Dance,
La Düsseldorf,
Mr. Review,
Smog,
Stiv Bators,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Gories,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kaleidoscope,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pylon,
The Index,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Public Image Ltd.,
Joe Smooth,
Roxette,
Marmalade,
Ornette Coleman,
Rites of Spring,
Man Parrish,
The Pop Group,
Agent Orange,
Tim Buckley,
Arab on Radar,
Jandek,
Bizarre Inc.,
Laurel Aitken,
Shuggie Otis,
Soul II Soul,
Faraquet,
Gichy Dan,
Pantytec,
Camberwell Now,
Quadrant,
Underground Resistance,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Morten Harket,
Freddie Wadling,
Technova,
Andrew Hill,
Cal Tjader,
Gil Scott Heron,
London Community Gospel Choir,
OOIOO,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
John Holt,
Sonic Youth,
Animal Collective,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.