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 Belgium and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Glenn Branca to the dance 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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield 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 sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
UT,
Isaac Hayes,
Soft Cell,
Andrew Hill,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Main Source,
Lucky Dragons,
Motorama,
The Mojo Men,
Nation of Ulysses,
Johnny Osbourne,
LL Cool J,
Freddie Wadling,
The Busters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Leaves,
the Normal,
Alice Coltrane,
Brand Nubian,
Juan Atkins,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Victims,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Steve Hackett,
Reuben Wilson,
Intrusion,
Soul II Soul,
Silicon Teens,
Toni Rubio,
Slave,
The Electric Prunes,
Parry Music,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bill Near,
Pierre Henry,
Monolake,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Quantec,
Tim Buckley,
Duran Duran,
Dorothy Ashby,
Black Sheep,
Kas Product,
Underground Resistance,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Moleskins,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sound Behaviour,
Swans,
Oneida,
Niagra,
Camberwell Now,
Lee Hazlewood,
Groovy Waters,
The Grass Roots,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Can,
The Walker Brothers,
Banda Bassotti,
Ronan,
The Black Dice,
Ronnie Foster,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.