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 Peru and from Taipei.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 linndrum 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 Lakeside to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Smog,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Pretty Things,
June Days,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nico,
Chris Corsano,
Fad Gadget,
Gang Green,
Gil Scott Heron,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Duran Duran,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Barrington Levy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Donald Byrd,
The Velvet Underground,
Josef K,
The Searchers,
The Knickerbockers,
Bobby Byrd,
Kurtis Blow,
Matthew Halsall,
the Normal,
Ronnie Foster,
Eric Copeland,
Hot Snakes,
Adolescents,
Boz Scaggs,
Eli Mardock,
Vainqueur,
Nirvana,
The Selecter,
Monks,
The Angels of Light,
The Stooges,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Janne Schatter,
Connie Case,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eddi Front,
Pylon,
kango's stein massive,
The Birthday Party,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Altered Images,
Godley & Creme,
Scott Walker,
Q65,
Fugazi,
Marc Almond,
Average White Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
Excepter,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.