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 Gabon and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Barracudas to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Invisible,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Aural Exciters,
Bootsy Collins,
Toni Rubio,
The Searchers,
Mr. Review,
F. McDonald,
Pere Ubu,
Whodini,
The Five Americans,
The Gories,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Audionom,
The Dead C,
Reuben Wilson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Flamin' Groovies,
Maleditus Sound,
The Standells,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Massinfluence,
Jacob Miller,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Gun Club,
Robert Wyatt,
Easy Going,
Icehouse,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Leonard Cohen,
Drive Like Jehu,
Loose Ends,
Ultravox,
The Remains,
Eve St. Jones,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Last Poets,
Funky Four + One,
Warsaw,
Absolute Body Control,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
In Retrospect,
Nils Olav,
MC5,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tubeway Army,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Zeros,
Pylon,
Albert Ayler,
Visage,
Unwound,
Stockholm Monsters,
Flipper,
Mantronix,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.