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 Venezuela and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Skaos to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Litter. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four 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 mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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?
Pharoah Sanders,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Funkadelic,
Gabor Szabo,
F. McDonald,
Tim Buckley,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Dirtbombs,
Mo-Dettes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Amazonics,
Alice Coltrane,
The Saints,
Minutemen,
Chrome,
Sonic Youth,
Jacques Brel,
Royal Trux,
Pantytec,
Grandmaster Flash,
Colin Newman,
Bauhaus,
Panda Bear,
Bootsy Collins,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Trojans,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scion,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Warren Ellis,
Blake Baxter,
Michelle Simonal,
Don Cherry,
H. Thieme,
Johnny Clarke,
Babytalk,
Nick Fraelich,
Barbara Tucker,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pantaleimon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Traffic Nightmare,
Stiv Bators,
Bobby Hutcherson,
UT,
The Angels of Light,
Fela Kuti,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Popol Vuh,
Fatback Band,
the Normal,
The Dave Clark Five,
Absolute Body Control,
Dead Boys,
X-102,
Faraquet,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.