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 Somalia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Stockholm and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 organ 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 The Slackers to the grunge 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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Marmalade,
Janne Schatter,
Cecil Taylor,
Aloha Tigers,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Durutti Column,
Royal Trux,
Deakin,
Hardrive,
MC5,
Barry Ungar,
Television,
Infiniti,
Cameo,
Archie Shepp,
Parry Music,
Pantaleimon,
Black Pus,
Todd Terry,
48th St. Collective,
Freddie Wadling,
cv313,
Wally Richardson,
Porter Ricks,
Dead Boys,
Bob Dylan,
The Index,
Barbara Tucker,
Suburban Knight,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Shoche,
The Blues Magoos,
Flamin' Groovies,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sonic Youth,
The Remains,
Lou Reed,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Real Kids,
Bobby Sherman,
Colin Newman,
Bootsy Collins,
The Sonics,
The Human League,
The Fuzztones,
Kevin Saunderson,
Flipper,
Agitation Free,
Monks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eden Ahbez,
Sound Behaviour,
Chrome,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fat Boys,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.