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 Mozambique and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 theremin 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 Todd Rundgren to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Skaos,
Nation of Ulysses,
Barry Ungar,
Beasts of Bourbon,
CMW,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Letta Mbulu,
Skarface,
Silicon Teens,
The Offenders,
Scientists,
Blake Baxter,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Techniques,
The Seeds,
The J.B.'s,
Nirvana,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eric B and Rakim,
Marmalade,
Motorama,
Accadde A,
Model 500,
Brass Construction,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tim Buckley,
Iggy Pop,
Lakeside,
Davy DMX,
Joey Negro,
Marcia Griffiths,
Blancmange,
Jeff Mills,
Youth Brigade,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gil Scott Heron,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
D'Angelo,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Gun Club,
EPMD,
10cc,
June of 44,
Marvin Gaye,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Crispy Ambulance,
Banda Bassotti,
Lightning Bolt,
B.T. Express,
The Black Dice,
Kool Moe Dee,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pantytec,
The Moody Blues,
Deepchord,
Liliput,
This Heat,
Half Japanese,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.