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 Chile and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin 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 Nils Olav to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Newcleus,
The Index,
Reagan Youth,
Althea and Donna,
Organ,
The Mojo Men,
Piero Umiliani,
Jerry's Kids,
The Cure,
Morten Harket,
Erykah Badu,
Audionom,
Bobby Womack,
Joyce Sims,
Ken Boothe,
Parry Music,
Moby Grape,
Lower 48,
Dual Sessions,
Goldenarms,
The Beau Brummels,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Saints,
Cal Tjader,
The Doors,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ludus,
Moebius,
the Bar-Kays,
Stiv Bators,
Banda Bassotti,
Hoover,
Ronan,
The Black Dice,
Bill Wells,
Duran Duran,
Radio Birdman,
Sonic Youth,
Roxy Music,
Curtis Mayfield,
Terry Callier,
DNA,
Freddie Wadling,
Black Flag,
The Cramps,
8 Eyed Spy,
Brick,
Radiohead,
The Modern Lovers,
The Smiths,
The Searchers,
Jeff Mills,
CMW,
E-Dancer,
David Bowie,
Erasure,
Neil Young,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Happenings,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.