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 Lesotho and from Winnipeg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Tropical Tobacco to the jazz 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova 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?
Fad Gadget,
Easy Going,
Scientists,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Flipper,
New Order,
UT,
Monolake,
Bauhaus,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Panda Bear,
Robert Görl,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Japan,
Traffic Nightmare,
Smog,
10cc,
Los Fastidios,
Lungfish,
EPMD,
Reagan Youth,
Gang Starr,
kango's stein massive,
Soulsonic Force,
Moss Icon,
The Zeros,
Sound Behaviour,
David Bowie,
Essential Logic,
Maleditus Sound,
FM Einheit,
The Index,
Livin' Joy,
Agent Orange,
The Stooges,
Supertramp,
Franke,
Sam Rivers,
Deadbeat,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Laurel Aitken,
the Swans,
Bill Wells,
PIL,
Archie Shepp,
The Beau Brummels,
CMW,
R.M.O.,
One Last Wish,
OOIOO,
Scan 7,
Man Parrish,
Peter and Kerry,
The Black Dice,
Alice Coltrane,
Reuben Wilson,
Terry Callier,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Red Krayola,
Buzzcocks,
Lakeside,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ice-T,
Ken Boothe,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.