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 South Sudan and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 marimba 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 The Fugs to the crunk 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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Maleditus Sound,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Searchers,
Brick,
June Days,
Yaz,
Brand Nubian,
Gichy Dan,
Pantytec,
Skarface,
Absolute Body Control,
UT,
Wolf Eyes,
Mark Hollis,
X-101,
Sugar Minott,
Sam Rivers,
Quadrant,
The Misunderstood,
Oneida,
Faust,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Kinks,
Royal Trux,
The Grass Roots,
Boredoms,
Can,
Bobby Womack,
Pantaleimon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eli Mardock,
Blancmange,
Minnie Riperton,
Lou Christie,
The Fire Engines,
The Selecter,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lucky Dragons,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Robert Hood,
Radiohead,
Ituana,
Rapeman,
Judy Mowatt,
Angry Samoans,
Nirvana,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
E-Dancer,
Ronnie Foster,
Model 500,
MC5,
Ultimate Spinach,
OOIOO,
The Toasters,
Joyce Sims,
Idris Muhammad,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Erykah Badu,
the Germs,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.