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 Slovenia and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sisters of Mercy to the rock 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 New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Thee Headcoats,
The Angels of Light,
Skriet,
Barrington Levy,
CMW,
Mandrill,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Supertramp,
Cecil Taylor,
Intrusion,
Nirvana,
The J.B.'s,
Oblivians,
The Sound,
Anakelly,
Yusef Lateef,
Eden Ahbez,
The Tremeloes,
the Human League,
F. McDonald,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Blues Magoos,
Dorothy Ashby,
DNA,
The Fire Engines,
Soft Machine,
The Busters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pere Ubu,
Johnny Osbourne,
Absolute Body Control,
Rapeman,
The Beau Brummels,
MDC,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Fugs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Moleskins,
Peter and Kerry,
The Gories,
Negative Approach,
UT,
Tim Buckley,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Marcia Griffiths,
Skarface,
Wire,
Girls At Our Best!,
Model 500,
Laurel Aitken,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Todd Terry,
Susan Cadogan,
June Days,
Livin' Joy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bobby Byrd,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.