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 Tuvalu and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Cramps,
T.S.O.L.,
Robert Wyatt,
Arab on Radar,
Mission of Burma,
Boz Scaggs,
The Real Kids,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lungfish,
The Zeros,
Radio Birdman,
Marcia Griffiths,
Joey Negro,
Johnny Clarke,
Andrew Hill,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Wally Richardson,
Royal Trux,
Fela Kuti,
LL Cool J,
Bob Dylan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Letta Mbulu,
Procol Harum,
Arthur Verocai,
Lindisfarne,
Nico,
Siglo XX,
Neu!,
Alphaville,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Trojans,
Basic Channel,
Peter and Kerry,
Das Ding,
David Axelrod,
Pantytec,
Archie Shepp,
Masters at Work,
Japan,
Scrapy,
Brothers Johnson,
Eric Dolphy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sonic Youth,
Smog,
Yellowson,
The Beau Brummels,
La Düsseldorf,
The Residents,
Slave,
Surgeon,
The Evens,
Chris Corsano,
Animal Collective,
Qualms,
This Heat,
Joensuu 1685,
Dark Day,
The Smoke,
Darondo,
June of 44,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.