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 Niger and from Taipei.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the sitar 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 Steve Hackett to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Lightning Bolt,
Urselle,
Glambeats Corp.,
Livin' Joy,
Average White Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bootsy Collins,
Trumans Water,
Fat Boys,
Eve St. Jones,
Grey Daturas,
Intrusion,
Radiopuhelimet,
Swans,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pussy Galore,
Faust,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
48th St. Collective,
Pagans,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cecil Taylor,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dennis Brown,
Visage,
D'Angelo,
The Five Americans,
The Kinks,
The Barracudas,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Joe Finger,
Tropical Tobacco,
CMW,
The Names,
Banda Bassotti,
Moebius,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Maleditus Sound,
Los Fastidios,
Bronski Beat,
John Coltrane,
Minny Pops,
Blossom Toes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Little Man,
Carl Craig,
Soft Machine,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Gladiators,
The Skatalites,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Vogues,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Can,
Adolescents,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Blake Baxter,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.