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 Ethiopia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Unwound to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins 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 rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Johnny Clarke,
Rod Modell,
JFA,
Moebius,
Chrome,
Ornette Coleman,
Blossom Toes,
Joe Finger,
The Beau Brummels,
The Modern Lovers,
Jawbox,
Buzzcocks,
Popol Vuh,
Minny Pops,
Aural Exciters,
The Neon Judgement,
Gang Green,
Pet Shop Boys,
Von Mondo,
New Order,
Harry Pussy,
John Holt,
Idris Muhammad,
Lindisfarne,
The Techniques,
Neu!,
Pylon,
David Axelrod,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Mummies,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sällskapet,
Bill Wells,
Fluxion,
Aswad,
DJ Style,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Leaves,
Shuggie Otis,
Stockholm Monsters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jeff Lynne,
Crash Course in Science,
Mandrill,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Stereo Dub,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Seeds,
Adolescents,
Livin' Joy,
Heaven 17,
Eddi Front,
Fela Kuti,
LL Cool J,
Barrington Levy,
Soulsonic Force,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.