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 Tunisia and from New York.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 harpsichord 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 Byron Stingily to the grime 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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s 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 Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Eve St. Jones,
John Coltrane,
Half Japanese,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Traffic Nightmare,
June Days,
Goldenarms,
Moby Grape,
The Gap Band,
Prince Buster,
Stockholm Monsters,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Associates,
Bang On A Can,
Lakeside,
Bizarre Inc.,
Au Pairs,
The Doors,
Howard Jones,
The Techniques,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Infiniti,
Malaria!,
Barry Ungar,
Qualms,
Nick Fraelich,
Todd Terry,
Liliput,
The Misunderstood,
T.S.O.L.,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Neil Young,
The Skatalites,
Model 500,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bad Manners,
Flash Fearless,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Radio Birdman,
Delon & Dalcan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cal Tjader,
Procol Harum,
China Crisis,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Reagan Youth,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lalo Schifrin,
Trumans Water,
Groovy Waters,
Ronan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fela Kuti,
Slave,
DJ Style,
Soft Cell,
X-101,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
K-Klass,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.