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 Peru and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Portland.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Dead C to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Doors. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Can,
Don Cherry,
Pantytec,
The Busters,
Dennis Brown,
Man Eating Sloth,
Talk Talk,
Eric Copeland,
Stetsasonic,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Fugs,
Banda Bassotti,
Pussy Galore,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Slick Rick,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Shoche,
Kool Moe Dee,
A Certain Ratio,
Sex Pistols,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ossler,
Stiv Bators,
The Wake,
Arcadia,
Warren Ellis,
Johnny Clarke,
Rod Modell,
Fat Boys,
The Buckinghams,
Dawn Penn,
Kenny Larkin,
Interpol,
Yaz,
John Coltrane,
MC5,
The Neon Judgement,
Moby Grape,
L. Decosne,
Rotary Connection,
The Kinks,
Ronan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bluetip,
Tom Boy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Faraquet,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Techniques,
Funky Four + One,
Eddi Front,
Robert Hood,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Unwound,
Crash Course in Science,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.