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 Ghana and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Halifax.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the theremin 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 Cal Tjader to the funk 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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dual Sessions,
Mary Jane Girls,
X-102,
Bronski Beat,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Porter Ricks,
The Gap Band,
Marvin Gaye,
Janne Schatter,
Sun Ra,
Fela Kuti,
Procol Harum,
Swans,
Essential Logic,
FM Einheit,
Funkadelic,
the Germs,
L. Decosne,
Crime,
The Residents,
Derrick May,
Circle Jerks,
Roxette,
Piero Umiliani,
Brass Construction,
Wasted Youth,
Eric B and Rakim,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Aural Exciters,
The Star Department,
Dead Boys,
Electric Prunes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The J.B.'s,
Joe Smooth,
Talk Talk,
Anthony Braxton,
Intrusion,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Harmonia,
Angry Samoans,
The Victims,
Basic Channel,
Jeff Mills,
Deepchord,
T. Rex,
Ituana,
Gabor Szabo,
Desert Stars,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Barbara Tucker,
Sun City Girls,
Sonic Youth,
Bill Near,
Brothers Johnson,
Don Cherry,
X-101,
Soulsonic Force,
Marine Girls,
Quantec,
Mr. Review,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.