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 Bahamas and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Skarface,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Index,
Althea and Donna,
John Foxx,
Neu!,
Panda Bear,
New Order,
Danielle Patucci,
Second Layer,
The Wake,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Human League,
Parry Music,
The New Christs,
Eli Mardock,
Black Bananas,
The Count Five,
Mandrill,
Sällskapet,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Metal Thangz,
OOIOO,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Barracudas,
The Cramps,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ultravox,
Erasure,
Thompson Twins,
Pagans,
The Invisible,
Crash Course in Science,
Livin' Joy,
Q and Not U,
The Toasters,
Joensuu 1685,
The Music Machine,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Saints,
Make Up,
KRS-One,
Urselle,
The Pop Group,
Sexual Harrassment,
Grauzone,
DJ Style,
X-101,
Echospace,
Cal Tjader,
Lou Reed,
Negative Approach,
Oblivians,
Eric Dolphy,
Marmalade,
Quadrant,
Lee Hazlewood,
Grandmaster Flash,
Byron Stingily,
U.S. Maple,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.