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 South Africa and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manila.
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 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 Barclay James Harvest to the disco 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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Kerri Chandler,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Yazoo,
Monks,
Electric Prunes,
The Residents,
Lindisfarne,
The Sonics,
Girls At Our Best!,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Flash Fearless,
Man Parrish,
Bizarre Inc.,
Crispian St. Peters,
Warren Ellis,
Gichy Dan,
The Blackbyrds,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tomorrow,
Bauhaus,
Mad Mike,
Gang Starr,
cv313,
Archie Shepp,
MDC,
The Star Department,
Dead Boys,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Misunderstood,
Kenny Larkin,
Josef K,
MC5,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lakeside,
Isaac Hayes,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Durutti Column,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Johnny Clarke,
Leonard Cohen,
Hasil Adkins,
PIL,
Alton Ellis,
The Gories,
Maleditus Sound,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Slits,
David McCallum,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lower 48,
U.S. Maple,
The Neon Judgement,
Bush Tetras,
Scion,
Fatback Band,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.