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 Mongolia and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 organ 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 Lebanon Hanover to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Cameo,
Radio Birdman,
Easy Going,
Charles Mingus,
Henry Cow,
Harry Pussy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Trumans Water,
Gichy Dan,
Lee Hazlewood,
48th St. Collective,
Slave,
Audionom,
These Immortal Souls,
Swell Maps,
Arab on Radar,
The Kinks,
Matthew Halsall,
John Cale,
LL Cool J,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Simply Red,
Young Marble Giants,
The New Christs,
Amon Düül II,
The Raincoats,
DJ Sneak,
Fatback Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Skarface,
the Normal,
This Heat,
Harmonia,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Amazonics,
Wire,
Liliput,
Cecil Taylor,
Grauzone,
The Dirtbombs,
The Knickerbockers,
Davy DMX,
Sound Behaviour,
Gang Starr,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sam Rivers,
Scott Walker,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Red Krayola,
The Grass Roots,
Japan,
The Buckinghams,
Technova,
Von Mondo,
Ornette Coleman,
Reagan Youth,
Zapp,
Interpol,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.