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 Malta and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Vladislav Delay to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Groovy Waters,
Agent Orange,
Magma,
Nick Fraelich,
Basic Channel,
DNA,
Cal Tjader,
The Gories,
Reagan Youth,
Popol Vuh,
The Stooges,
Echospace,
Lower 48,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pole,
The Seeds,
The Buckinghams,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gabor Szabo,
Eric Dolphy,
DJ Style,
Nation of Ulysses,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Charles Mingus,
Yusef Lateef,
Jeru the Damaja,
Glenn Branca,
X-101,
Graham Central Station,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Slave,
Howard Jones,
Bang On A Can,
Wire,
Eurythmics,
Desert Stars,
Tres Demented,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Outsiders,
Wasted Youth,
Cluster,
The J.B.'s,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Dead C,
Fluxion,
Pagans,
Babytalk,
Intrusion,
Mars,
Byron Stingily,
Symarip,
Young Marble Giants,
Cecil Taylor,
Tom Boy,
Junior Murvin,
Althea and Donna,
Con Funk Shun,
Amon Düül II,
Minnie Riperton,
David Axelrod,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.