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 Venezuela and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Crooked Eye to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Model 500,
Y Pants,
Kaleidoscope,
The Gun Club,
Barrington Levy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Patti Smith,
Eden Ahbez,
Nils Olav,
PIL,
Ohio Players,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fluxion,
Matthew Bourne,
Arthur Verocai,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Little Man,
Alphaville,
The Mummies,
Minnie Riperton,
Drive Like Jehu,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Loose Ends,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mad Mike,
Panda Bear,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Qualms,
Clear Light,
The Happenings,
Bluetip,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Darondo,
Gerry Rafferty,
One Last Wish,
Niagra,
Symarip,
Bootsy Collins,
The Star Department,
Pagans,
The Real Kids,
Mars,
Lower 48,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Black Dice,
Eve St. Jones,
Spoonie Gee,
John Foxx,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Todd Rundgren,
Curtis Mayfield,
Scott Walker,
Nirvana,
Neil Young,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Saints,
Brand Nubian,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.