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 Libya and from Bologna.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Moebius to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Barrington Levy,
Wolf Eyes,
DNA,
The Barracudas,
Bob Dylan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ralphi Rosario,
Howard Jones,
Kevin Saunderson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
David Axelrod,
X-Ray Spex,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
E-Dancer,
Pharoah Sanders,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Anthony Braxton,
Model 500,
Bad Manners,
Suburban Knight,
Gong,
Loose Ends,
Liliput,
Avey Tare,
Unrelated Segments,
Masters at Work,
B.T. Express,
Eric Copeland,
Dead Boys,
The Five Americans,
Pylon,
Agitation Free,
Rakim,
Al Stewart,
Todd Rundgren,
Minny Pops,
Moby Grape,
Rotary Connection,
Cybotron,
The Invisible,
Echospace,
Moebius,
Y Pants,
Tim Buckley,
Peter and Kerry,
Brass Construction,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Drexciya,
Fluxion,
Fear,
This Heat,
T. Rex,
Ice-T,
Bang On A Can,
Tom Boy,
Soulsonic Force,
The Raincoats,
The American Breed,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.