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 Nepal and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Fire Engines to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Guru Guru,
Audionom,
The Kinks,
The Remains,
Ponytail,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Piero Umiliani,
Jawbox,
Hashim,
The Young Rascals,
Roger Hodgson,
New York Dolls,
a-ha,
Duran Duran,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Adolescents,
The Angels of Light,
Robert Hood,
Patti Smith,
Das Ding,
Nik Kershaw,
ABC,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Five Americans,
D'Angelo,
The Standells,
Mission of Burma,
the Normal,
These Immortal Souls,
Black Moon,
Peter and Kerry,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Blake Baxter,
Liliput,
Subhumans,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scion,
Von Mondo,
The Fuzztones,
Letta Mbulu,
Supertramp,
Sex Pistols,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lungfish,
Radiohead,
Mandrill,
Nirvana,
Metal Thangz,
The Pretty Things,
The Invisible,
Freddie Wadling,
Suicide,
Main Source,
Sight & Sound,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Amon Düül,
Mark Hollis,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.