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 Guatemala and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the grime 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 The Doors. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal 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 an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
The Cowsills,
Reagan Youth,
Von Mondo,
Radio Birdman,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Graham Central Station,
Ultimate Spinach,
Neu!,
Ituana,
Andrew Hill,
The Fortunes,
Lyres,
Ken Boothe,
The Tremeloes,
Pantytec,
Kayak,
Mary Jane Girls,
Soul II Soul,
Barry Ungar,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Aaron Thompson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Icehouse,
Gang Green,
the Germs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Symarip,
June of 44,
Yazoo,
Hot Snakes,
Cecil Taylor,
DJ Style,
Lungfish,
The Velvet Underground,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
DNA,
Hasil Adkins,
Leonard Cohen,
Motorama,
The Gories,
Second Layer,
Metal Thangz,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lalo Schifrin,
Vainqueur,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Connie Case,
Mad Mike,
The Victims,
Agent Orange,
The J.B.'s,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Human League,
Angry Samoans,
Hoover,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jacques Brel,
UT,
Drive Like Jehu,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.