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 Tunisia and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 808 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 Siglo XX to the dance 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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Radio Birdman,
Drexciya,
Grauzone,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eve St. Jones,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mad Mike,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Remains,
Yusef Lateef,
Michelle Simonal,
Joe Smooth,
Robert Görl,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Trojans,
Eric Dolphy,
Mandrill,
Cheater Slicks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nirvana,
DJ Sneak,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Misunderstood,
Brothers Johnson,
Organ,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Japan,
Derrick May,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Groovy Waters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Pop Group,
OOIOO,
The Gories,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sam Rivers,
Marmalade,
Stereo Dub,
Carl Craig,
Stetsasonic,
Deakin,
Tubeway Army,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Neon Judgement,
Outsiders,
New York Dolls,
The Tremeloes,
Barry Ungar,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Vogues,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Average White Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eden Ahbez,
Yaz,
Yellowson,
Neu!,
The Star Department,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.