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 Kenya and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
the Germs,
Piero Umiliani,
Black Flag,
Metal Thangz,
Black Pus,
In Retrospect,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sam Rivers,
Aural Exciters,
The Offenders,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Soulsonic Force,
H. Thieme,
Intrusion,
Accadde A,
Babytalk,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Swans,
Flash Fearless,
The Stooges,
Rakim,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Matthew Halsall,
The New Christs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bluetip,
Grey Daturas,
Laurel Aitken,
Boredoms,
The Searchers,
The Electric Prunes,
Cymande,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Reuben Wilson,
Patti Smith,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sun City Girls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
X-Ray Spex,
Joyce Sims,
Leonard Cohen,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Slackers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pierre Henry,
Jeff Mills,
Symarip,
Jerry's Kids,
kango's stein massive,
Nation of Ulysses,
Index,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Donald Byrd,
Radio Birdman,
Wings,
The Happenings,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
MC5,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.