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 Yemen and from Accra.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Angels of Light to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Aloha Tigers,
The Fugs,
Eurythmics,
K-Klass,
The Zeros,
David Axelrod,
The Selecter,
Eve St. Jones,
The Invisible,
Henry Cow,
The Offenders,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
John Cale,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bobby Byrd,
Zapp,
Black Sheep,
Susan Cadogan,
Mad Mike,
Derrick May,
The Gladiators,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fear,
Chris & Cosey,
Pole,
Icehouse,
The American Breed,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Black Flag,
Alice Coltrane,
Rekid,
Althea and Donna,
The Sound,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Royal Trux,
MDC,
Ornette Coleman,
Lungfish,
Inner City,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Moody Blues,
Silicon Teens,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cymande,
Freddie Wadling,
Rod Modell,
Loose Ends,
Donald Byrd,
Laurel Aitken,
Crime,
Wire,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Television Personalities,
Country Teasers,
Unrelated Segments,
The Happenings,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mr. Review,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Delon & Dalcan,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.