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 Ghana and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 arpeggiator 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 Unrelated Segments to the disco 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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Public Image Ltd.,
Minny Pops,
Desert Stars,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Red Krayola,
Aural Exciters,
The Gap Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Delta 5,
Dorothy Ashby,
Magma,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Todd Terry,
Oblivians,
Skriet,
Aloha Tigers,
Altered Images,
T.S.O.L.,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Icehouse,
Eric Dolphy,
Joe Smooth,
Ossler,
L. Decosne,
The Misunderstood,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Brothers Johnson,
Faraquet,
Y Pants,
the Germs,
Althea and Donna,
Donny Hathaway,
Animal Collective,
The Zeros,
Nico,
Panda Bear,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Saints,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sarah Menescal,
Easy Going,
the Sonics,
Supertramp,
Yaz,
Stereo Dub,
The Cramps,
Television Personalities,
Moss Icon,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pulsallama,
Suburban Knight,
Wasted Youth,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Camouflage,
Lalann,
Warren Ellis,
The Last Poets,
Albert Ayler,
Khruangbin,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.