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 Colombia and from Hong Kong.
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 Lyon and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Radio Birdman to the punk 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Flash Fearless,
Bang On A Can,
The Cure,
The Trojans,
Newcleus,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Japan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Slick Rick,
the Normal,
Lou Christie,
Danielle Patucci,
Harry Pussy,
Don Cherry,
OOIOO,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Erykah Badu,
Dark Day,
La Düsseldorf,
Al Stewart,
Marine Girls,
Qualms,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Wake,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bad Manners,
Sex Pistols,
The Real Kids,
David McCallum,
Public Image Ltd.,
Scan 7,
Adolescents,
The Dave Clark Five,
EPMD,
Warsaw,
T.S.O.L.,
The Evens,
Royal Trux,
Soft Machine,
Kurtis Blow,
FM Einheit,
Ornette Coleman,
Black Sheep,
Eric Copeland,
Black Pus,
Aaron Thompson,
Hot Snakes,
Banda Bassotti,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Wolf Eyes,
Amazonics,
Matthew Halsall,
The Standells,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Thee Headcoats,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
New Order,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.