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 Canada and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Madrid.
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 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 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 Shuggie Otis to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Average White Band,
DJ Style,
Deepchord,
La Düsseldorf,
Underground Resistance,
Mission of Burma,
Faust,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ituana,
Sight & Sound,
Bauhaus,
cv313,
Suicide,
Essential Logic,
Smog,
Robert Hood,
H. Thieme,
John Cale,
Curtis Mayfield,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Subhumans,
Brass Construction,
Neil Young,
Reagan Youth,
Rod Modell,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eli Mardock,
Accadde A,
Mars,
The Leaves,
T.S.O.L.,
The Blackbyrds,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
48th St. Collective,
Scott Walker,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cal Tjader,
New York Dolls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bizarre Inc.,
AZ,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Quantec,
Arab on Radar,
Rapeman,
Bluetip,
The Fugs,
Hot Snakes,
Black Sheep,
The New Christs,
Yaz,
Joyce Sims,
The Star Department,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lower 48,
Tres Demented,
Drive Like Jehu,
Unwound,
Au Pairs,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.