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 Ukraine and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Absolute Body Control to the rock 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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Flash Fearless,
Derrick May,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ornette Coleman,
Joy Division,
Bad Manners,
Unwound,
Nirvana,
Fifty Foot Hose,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Max Romeo,
the Human League,
Brick,
Minnie Riperton,
Bronski Beat,
Bobby Byrd,
Tommy Roe,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Barrington Levy,
Moebius,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kaleidoscope,
Japan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Crime,
JFA,
Freddie Wadling,
R.M.O.,
Roy Ayers,
H. Thieme,
The Busters,
the Association,
the Normal,
Piero Umiliani,
Flipper,
Joyce Sims,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Man Parrish,
Thee Headcoats,
Be Bop Deluxe,
David Bowie,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Chris Corsano,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Graham Central Station,
Television,
Agitation Free,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Joensuu 1685,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Mummies,
Adolescents,
Sällskapet,
Fear,
The Angels of Light,
Barclay James Harvest,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cluster,
The Electric Prunes,
Monks,
The Doors,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.