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 Vietnam and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 mellotron 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 Bill Wells to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
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,
Sam Rivers,
Swell Maps,
ABBA,
Frankie Knuckles,
Freddie Wadling,
Mantronix,
Lightning Bolt,
Danielle Patucci,
the Normal,
The Fire Engines,
Pylon,
The Golliwogs,
Maleditus Sound,
The Gladiators,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Peter and Kerry,
Faust,
Country Teasers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ronnie Foster,
Joensuu 1685,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Scrapy,
The Associates,
The Fall,
The Gap Band,
Fad Gadget,
Organ,
Harry Pussy,
Cluster,
X-102,
The Red Krayola,
Subhumans,
Liliput,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Aswad,
Anakelly,
Crispian St. Peters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Moby Grape,
Sound Behaviour,
The Monochrome Set,
Henry Cow,
Jandek,
Gong,
David Axelrod,
Au Pairs,
Yazoo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Blues Magoos,
Erykah Badu,
The Wake,
The Music Machine,
Livin' Joy,
Gang of Four,
The Dave Clark Five,
X-Ray Spex,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.