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 Dominica and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ 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 Charles Mingus to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Althea and Donna,
a-ha,
ABC,
Kevin Saunderson,
DJ Sneak,
Aloha Tigers,
Faust,
Q and Not U,
B.T. Express,
10cc,
Colin Newman,
Pagans,
Parry Music,
The Martian,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sonic Youth,
Aural Exciters,
Ludus,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tres Demented,
The New Christs,
Silicon Teens,
Crime,
Vainqueur,
Eli Mardock,
Lyres,
Swell Maps,
Little Man,
The Skatalites,
Los Fastidios,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Wake,
Chrome,
Soft Cell,
Can,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Joey Negro,
Scratch Acid,
Inner City,
Depeche Mode,
Unwound,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kurtis Blow,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Oblivians,
Hashim,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jawbox,
The Standells,
Moby Grape,
Fugazi,
Ossler,
the Soft Cell,
Arthur Verocai,
Magma,
Yazoo,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.