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 Lebanon and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 spring reverb 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 Gabor Szabo 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Siglo XX,
Agitation Free,
The Cramps,
Severed Heads,
the Sonics,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Misunderstood,
World's Most,
Faust,
Laurel Aitken,
Grandmaster Flash,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
New Order,
The Toasters,
Lalann,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ken Boothe,
Skarface,
The Flesh Eaters,
Spandau Ballet,
Dave Gahan,
Moby Grape,
Bobby Womack,
Outsiders,
Bluetip,
Talk Talk,
Sam Rivers,
U.S. Maple,
Rakim,
Carl Craig,
The Associates,
Neil Young,
Marmalade,
L. Decosne,
Trumans Water,
John Foxx,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Thompson Twins,
The Names,
Michelle Simonal,
Mantronix,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kaleidoscope,
Rapeman,
The Index,
ABC,
Jawbox,
The Moleskins,
Black Sheep,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dark Day,
The Selecter,
The Young Rascals,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Saccharine Trust,
Sun City Girls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.