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 Panama and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 linndrum 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Amon Düül,
Con Funk Shun,
Roy Ayers,
Stetsasonic,
Todd Rundgren,
Jeru the Damaja,
Robert Görl,
Pantytec,
Main Source,
Bang On A Can,
Deakin,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Icehouse,
Bobby Womack,
Metal Thangz,
K-Klass,
Talk Talk,
Barclay James Harvest,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Slackers,
Angry Samoans,
Barrington Levy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sällskapet,
Country Teasers,
Neil Young,
The Dirtbombs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Niagra,
Man Parrish,
Terry Callier,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Circle Jerks,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Martian,
U.S. Maple,
The Gap Band,
Harmonia,
Agitation Free,
Reagan Youth,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Vladislav Delay,
Eric Dolphy,
Joy Division,
Accadde A,
Pulsallama,
Colin Newman,
Aloha Tigers,
Skriet,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Techniques,
Bobbi Humphrey,
China Crisis,
Subhumans,
Stiv Bators,
Robert Wyatt,
Jerry's Kids,
John Coltrane,
Crooked Eye,
Hasil Adkins,
T.S.O.L.,
Ronan,
Arab on Radar,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.