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 Philippines and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 sitar 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 Avey Tare to the electroclash 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Jerry Gold Smith,
DNA,
Agitation Free,
David McCallum,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Grass Roots,
The Buckinghams,
LL Cool J,
Drive Like Jehu,
Procol Harum,
Derrick Morgan,
Kenny Larkin,
Banda Bassotti,
Dark Day,
Lakeside,
Silicon Teens,
Eden Ahbez,
EPMD,
Sam Rivers,
Fear,
the Germs,
Cheater Slicks,
Thompson Twins,
Idris Muhammad,
Porter Ricks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Wings,
Metal Thangz,
The Velvet Underground,
Main Source,
Gang Gang Dance,
CMW,
Ten City,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Man Parrish,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bobby Womack,
Pussy Galore,
David Axelrod,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nik Kershaw,
Fat Boys,
Sun City Girls,
Ice-T,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Normal,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rotary Connection,
The Smoke,
cv313,
Groovy Waters,
UT,
Kurtis Blow,
L. Decosne,
K-Klass,
Sound Behaviour,
The Victims,
a-ha,
Dorothy Ashby,
Iggy Pop,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.