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 Kazakhstan and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Technova,
Brothers Johnson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
OOIOO,
Bronski Beat,
Depeche Mode,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Neon Judgement,
Unwound,
Laurel Aitken,
Rapeman,
Oneida,
Soul Sonic Force,
UT,
The Birthday Party,
Animal Collective,
John Holt,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Saints,
Neu!,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jeru the Damaja,
Scientists,
Sam Rivers,
Bauhaus,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tubeway Army,
Lee Hazlewood,
Arcadia,
Crooked Eye,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Camouflage,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sällskapet,
Aaron Thompson,
Half Japanese,
Ponytail,
Anthony Braxton,
Index,
Hashim,
New Order,
Shuggie Otis,
June Days,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scratch Acid,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Slave,
The Zeros,
Faraquet,
The Remains,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Skriet,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ludus,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Arthur Verocai,
The Gun Club,
The Cowsills,
Chris Corsano,
Robert Hood,
Dark Day,
Brick,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.