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 Andorra and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 New York Dolls 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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Loose Ends,
Boz Scaggs,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Sound,
Supertramp,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ten City,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jacques Brel,
Nils Olav,
Sight & Sound,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lower 48,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gichy Dan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Frankie Knuckles,
48th St. Collective,
The Buckinghams,
Connie Case,
Model 500,
Oneida,
the Sonics,
Rites of Spring,
Don Cherry,
Brothers Johnson,
Bobby Womack,
Derrick Morgan,
The Count Five,
Sixth Finger,
Soul II Soul,
Howard Jones,
Fear,
A Certain Ratio,
Barrington Levy,
Scientists,
The Standells,
Letta Mbulu,
Arthur Verocai,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
LL Cool J,
Quantec,
Al Stewart,
Girls At Our Best!,
Das Ding,
EPMD,
Gang Green,
Sandy B,
Hasil Adkins,
Crispy Ambulance,
UT,
Joensuu 1685,
The Techniques,
Ornette Coleman,
Minor Threat,
Little Man,
Metal Thangz,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.