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 Bahrain and from Bologna.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ 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 Desert Stars to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Qualms,
Matthew Bourne,
Hoover,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Graham Central Station,
Desert Stars,
Nirvana,
The Divine Comedy,
Country Teasers,
The Monochrome Set,
Depeche Mode,
The Fortunes,
Freddie Wadling,
Hardrive,
Dark Day,
Joe Smooth,
the Germs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lakeside,
Terry Callier,
8 Eyed Spy,
Silicon Teens,
T. Rex,
Drive Like Jehu,
Joey Negro,
The Motions,
Fela Kuti,
Thompson Twins,
World's Most,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Blues Magoos,
B.T. Express,
Traffic Nightmare,
Iggy Pop,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Robert Görl,
Maurizio,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nik Kershaw,
Section 25,
Ken Boothe,
Livin' Joy,
Archie Shepp,
Public Enemy,
Barry Ungar,
Radio Birdman,
Outsiders,
The Electric Prunes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Andrew Hill,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Connie Case,
Khruangbin,
D'Angelo,
R.M.O.,
the Sonics,
The Real Kids,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
In Retrospect,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.