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 Indonesia and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manila.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Monolake to the crunk 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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Radiohead,
The Shadows of Knight,
Boredoms,
Niagra,
Essential Logic,
China Crisis,
The Kinks,
Country Teasers,
Sugar Minott,
The Modern Lovers,
48th St. Collective,
Ice-T,
Intrusion,
Prince Buster,
Bobby Womack,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Byron Stingily,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mad Mike,
Nick Fraelich,
Roy Ayers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tom Boy,
Bill Near,
Sarah Menescal,
The Names,
Stockholm Monsters,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Matthew Bourne,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Banda Bassotti,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Cowsills,
New Age Steppers,
Soft Cell,
Faust,
Derrick May,
The Smoke,
Pole,
Letta Mbulu,
Barrington Levy,
Dark Day,
Symarip,
Guru Guru,
Leonard Cohen,
Warsaw,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ken Boothe,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mantronix,
Dead Boys,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Curtis Mayfield,
Make Up,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jandek,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.