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 Belarus and from Houston.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 David Bowie 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 Glenn Branca to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Mars,
Mr. Review,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Loose Ends,
Lee Hazlewood,
Althea and Donna,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sister Nancy,
Gang of Four,
Tommy Roe,
World's Most,
Black Moon,
Babytalk,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Alison Limerick,
Second Layer,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Motions,
Marvin Gaye,
Desert Stars,
Lucky Dragons,
Bauhaus,
Motorama,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Doors,
Ohio Players,
Yusef Lateef,
Juan Atkins,
Lindisfarne,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Star Department,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pere Ubu,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Dead C,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Five Americans,
The Grass Roots,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Section 25,
Cameo,
Bob Dylan,
Hashim,
The Gories,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jacques Brel,
Jacob Miller,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Joe Smooth,
Isaac Hayes,
Gong,
D'Angelo,
Sugar Minott,
Q65,
The Blackbyrds,
The Litter,
Jeru the Damaja,
Graham Central Station,
Girls At Our Best!,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.