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 Maldives and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 harpsichord 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 Echospace to the grunge 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Josef K,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Warsaw,
The Star Department,
Shuggie Otis,
Masters at Work,
Sonic Youth,
Steve Hackett,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Marcia Griffiths,
In Retrospect,
Young Marble Giants,
Crispian St. Peters,
Carl Craig,
Livin' Joy,
Patti Smith,
Amazonics,
Youth Brigade,
The Evens,
Kool Moe Dee,
Henry Cow,
June of 44,
Amon Düül II,
Freddie Wadling,
Japan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Symarip,
Eddi Front,
Cheater Slicks,
Laurel Aitken,
48th St. Collective,
Slave,
Scion,
The Real Kids,
Wasted Youth,
Sonny Sharrock,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Modern Lovers,
The Sound,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Pretty Things,
Bobby Byrd,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Raincoats,
Stereo Dub,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Amon Düül,
The American Breed,
Sun City Girls,
The Mummies,
Drive Like Jehu,
Glambeats Corp.,
DNA,
Deakin,
Spandau Ballet,
Lindisfarne,
the Swans,
Man Parrish,
Intrusion,
Minutemen,
The Slits,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.