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 Benin and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Minnie Riperton to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Newcleus,
Harry Pussy,
Reagan Youth,
Boogie Down Productions,
Guru Guru,
Eric Dolphy,
Bang On A Can,
James White and The Blacks,
Electric Prunes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tomorrow,
Amon Düül,
Siglo XX,
Grandmaster Flash,
Technova,
Bill Wells,
Max Romeo,
Yellowson,
Todd Rundgren,
Wings,
Man Eating Sloth,
Don Cherry,
Swell Maps,
Minnie Riperton,
U.S. Maple,
Buzzcocks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Golliwogs,
Television Personalities,
Nico,
The Misunderstood,
Scratch Acid,
Howard Jones,
The Real Kids,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ituana,
Lalann,
Average White Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Glenn Branca,
Nation of Ulysses,
Soft Cell,
La Düsseldorf,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Fugs,
Aural Exciters,
Roger Hodgson,
Model 500,
Rhythm & Sound,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eric Copeland,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Searchers,
Robert Wyatt,
Jimmy McGriff,
Oneida,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Easy Going,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.