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 Taiwan and from Copenhagen.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Donny Hathaway to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Barry Ungar,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Vainqueur,
R.M.O.,
K-Klass,
Con Funk Shun,
June of 44,
London Community Gospel Choir,
John Holt,
This Heat,
Silicon Teens,
Bobby Byrd,
Aural Exciters,
Darondo,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bobby Womack,
Don Cherry,
Aloha Tigers,
The Human League,
Nas,
Yazoo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Donny Hathaway,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Harmonia,
Young Marble Giants,
Albert Ayler,
Delta 5,
Mr. Review,
The Modern Lovers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Section 25,
Subhumans,
Sam Rivers,
Magma,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Names,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
John Lydon,
Eurythmics,
Von Mondo,
Hoover,
John Coltrane,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Swans,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lou Christie,
Dark Day,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Soft Cell,
Wolf Eyes,
Chris & Cosey,
Buzzcocks,
the Sonics,
Banda Bassotti,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.