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 Japan and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Michael McDonald 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 Lou Christie to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Pole,
Section 25,
The Birthday Party,
Rites of Spring,
Minnie Riperton,
cv313,
The Pretty Things,
Joyce Sims,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cal Tjader,
Rufus Thomas,
Bootsy Collins,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bobby Byrd,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Doors,
10cc,
Pantytec,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pulsallama,
Von Mondo,
Drexciya,
The Smoke,
Pere Ubu,
Brand Nubian,
Neu!,
Little Man,
Scratch Acid,
Wasted Youth,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Walker Brothers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Shuggie Otis,
Pantaleimon,
Surgeon,
Ohio Players,
Gabor Szabo,
Lalann,
Alice Coltrane,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kaleidoscope,
Nas,
Kerrie Biddell,
Country Teasers,
Animal Collective,
Jeff Mills,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Derrick May,
Terry Callier,
a-ha,
Grey Daturas,
Harmonia,
Marine Girls,
Kool Moe Dee,
Grauzone,
Deepchord,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.