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 Marshall Islands and from New York.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 guitar 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 Monks to the crunk 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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Marmalade,
Delta 5,
Camouflage,
Babytalk,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Chris Corsano,
Cluster,
Rites of Spring,
Thompson Twins,
Jimmy McGriff,
Agent Orange,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eric Copeland,
Aloha Tigers,
Bootsy Collins,
The Mojo Men,
Kool Moe Dee,
Flash Fearless,
Quadrant,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Unwound,
Saccharine Trust,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Techniques,
Yusef Lateef,
Underground Resistance,
Eric Dolphy,
James White and The Blacks,
Tears for Fears,
Minutemen,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Associates,
the Soft Cell,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Flipper,
Harry Pussy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fad Gadget,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bauhaus,
Piero Umiliani,
Organ,
Cal Tjader,
Livin' Joy,
48th St. Collective,
Surgeon,
Connie Case,
Delon & Dalcan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Liliput,
The Smoke,
Swell Maps,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Evens,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Seeds,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.