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 Morocco and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Houston.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Red Krayola to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Livin' Joy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sixth Finger,
Goldenarms,
Glenn Branca,
Cecil Taylor,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Animal Collective,
Sällskapet,
The Grass Roots,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bob Dylan,
Roger Hodgson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Neil Young,
The Fugs,
Ornette Coleman,
Mantronix,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ohio Players,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Fania All-Stars,
Motorama,
Minor Threat,
Soul II Soul,
Main Source,
the Normal,
New Order,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Bar-Kays,
Public Enemy,
Lou Reed,
Silicon Teens,
Vladislav Delay,
Yellowson,
This Heat,
Nick Fraelich,
The Techniques,
Tommy Roe,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Albert Ayler,
Terry Callier,
Gastr Del Sol,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nico,
Lower 48,
Girls At Our Best!,
Slave,
Scan 7,
Crime,
Young Marble Giants,
Dawn Penn,
Amon Düül,
Mandrill,
The Toasters,
Trumans Water,
The Invisible,
10cc,
Brass Construction,
Aloha Tigers,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.