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 Nicaragua and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Shanghai.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Albert Ayler to the crunk 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Animal Collective,
Kaleidoscope,
Matthew Bourne,
Hasil Adkins,
Alison Limerick,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Quando Quango,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dorothy Ashby,
Neil Young,
New Age Steppers,
Bush Tetras,
R.M.O.,
Wally Richardson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Angry Samoans,
Smog,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Absolute Body Control,
PIL,
Black Moon,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kerrie Biddell,
Neu!,
Mr. Review,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Association,
Sex Pistols,
Model 500,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nils Olav,
The Gladiators,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Japan,
Swell Maps,
EPMD,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ken Boothe,
Cameo,
Cymande,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rekid,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pere Ubu,
MC5,
Sister Nancy,
Tommy Roe,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Black Sheep,
Sexual Harrassment,
Delon & Dalcan,
Moebius,
Moss Icon,
Rod Modell,
Slave,
The Stooges,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Hashim,
FM Einheit,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.