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 Saudi Arabia and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 808 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 Residents to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Mark Hollis,
Bad Manners,
Don Cherry,
John Lydon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tres Demented,
Dawn Penn,
Marc Almond,
Black Sheep,
Ponytail,
Marmalade,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kool Moe Dee,
Chris & Cosey,
The Invisible,
Franke,
10cc,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Idris Muhammad,
The Standells,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cecil Taylor,
Fugazi,
Little Man,
Roxette,
One Last Wish,
Jandek,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Underground Resistance,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mandrill,
Dennis Brown,
Infiniti,
Section 25,
Boz Scaggs,
Lakeside,
Faust,
Warren Ellis,
Joe Finger,
Au Pairs,
Thompson Twins,
Ornette Coleman,
the Sonics,
Lindisfarne,
Pole,
Nico,
Crooked Eye,
Johnny Osbourne,
Technova,
Soulsonic Force,
The Happenings,
Sonic Youth,
Yazoo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sparks,
Parry Music,
Anthony Braxton,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.