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 Austria and from Edmonton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Inner City,
E-Dancer,
Newcleus,
The Real Kids,
The Angels of Light,
Robert Wyatt,
Fluxion,
Godley & Creme,
Ohio Players,
Judy Mowatt,
Hardrive,
the Swans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Vainqueur,
Theoretical Girls,
Fela Kuti,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
UT,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Monks,
Cheater Slicks,
Sandy B,
Chrome,
Das Ding,
Black Flag,
Stetsasonic,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Birthday Party,
Funky Four + One,
The Slackers,
Quadrant,
The Young Rascals,
The Leaves,
The Human League,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Wire,
Bobby Sherman,
Prince Buster,
Pulsallama,
June of 44,
Agent Orange,
Hasil Adkins,
Pierre Henry,
Average White Band,
The Moody Blues,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mad Mike,
Unwound,
This Heat,
Amon Düül II,
Tubeway Army,
Bobby Byrd,
Tommy Roe,
Chris Corsano,
Pantaleimon,
X-Ray Spex,
Essential Logic,
Barbara Tucker,
Chris & Cosey,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.