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 Croatia and from Copenhagen.
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 Taipei and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 arpeggiator 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 Black Flag to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
The Vogues,
Delon & Dalcan,
Marc Almond,
Funky Four + One,
Suburban Knight,
Moby Grape,
Liliput,
The Mojo Men,
Surgeon,
Black Moon,
Q and Not U,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pulsallama,
H. Thieme,
Scratch Acid,
In Retrospect,
Infiniti,
Parry Music,
Arthur Verocai,
Gang Starr,
Minutemen,
Anthony Braxton,
Jawbox,
The Sound,
Gang Green,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Wasted Youth,
Echospace,
Arcadia,
Mark Hollis,
Todd Terry,
Pantytec,
Subhumans,
Maleditus Sound,
The Happenings,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Guru Guru,
The Red Krayola,
Dawn Penn,
Deadbeat,
The Dirtbombs,
The Count Five,
The Barracudas,
The Names,
Whodini,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
This Heat,
Sixth Finger,
Q65,
the Swans,
Visage,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Germs,
The Techniques,
Minor Threat,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
DNA,
Scott Walker,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.