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 Madagascar and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 spring reverb 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 Soft Cell to the punk 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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
EPMD,
Chrome,
Ten City,
Deepchord,
Lightning Bolt,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jerry's Kids,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Knickerbockers,
The Wake,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Guru Guru,
Mary Jane Girls,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Offenders,
The Durutti Column,
Terry Callier,
Barrington Levy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Underground Resistance,
DNA,
Talk Talk,
Half Japanese,
Lalann,
Peter and Kerry,
Von Mondo,
B.T. Express,
A Certain Ratio,
The Motions,
Derrick May,
The Selecter,
Faust,
Eric B and Rakim,
Simply Red,
The Kinks,
Lou Christie,
Bad Manners,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Smog,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Evens,
Carl Craig,
Black Sheep,
Jeff Mills,
Shoche,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rites of Spring,
Wally Richardson,
The Red Krayola,
The Count Five,
Cal Tjader,
Idris Muhammad,
Dark Day,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Laurel Aitken,
Funky Four + One,
Icehouse,
Rod Modell,
Alice Coltrane,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.