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 Turkmenistan and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the punk 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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Move,
Royal Trux,
Suburban Knight,
Lebanon Hanover,
Drexciya,
The Motions,
The Cramps,
Blossom Toes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ten City,
Theoretical Girls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rhythm & Sound,
Infiniti,
The Stooges,
JFA,
Soulsonic Force,
Susan Cadogan,
Crispian St. Peters,
David Axelrod,
Arthur Verocai,
the Soft Cell,
X-102,
Gang Starr,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bootsy Collins,
PIL,
Motorama,
Funky Four + One,
The Dirtbombs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Main Source,
The Slackers,
Fad Gadget,
Lou Christie,
Joy Division,
Flash Fearless,
Danielle Patucci,
Intrusion,
Brand Nubian,
ABBA,
A Certain Ratio,
The Associates,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Trumans Water,
Silicon Teens,
Malaria!,
Patti Smith,
The Raincoats,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Groovy Waters,
Max Romeo,
The Detroit Cobras,
Whodini,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Roxy Music,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Amazonics,
James White and The Blacks,
Pulsallama,
The Blackbyrds,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.