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 Tonga and from Bremen.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the dance 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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Tim Buckley,
Ice-T,
Siglo XX,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bobby Byrd,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Red Krayola,
Kaleidoscope,
Janne Schatter,
Donald Byrd,
Liliput,
the Normal,
Echospace,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fugazi,
The Pop Group,
Slave,
Symarip,
Subhumans,
The Raincoats,
The Count Five,
Panda Bear,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Dave Clark Five,
Thompson Twins,
Infiniti,
Nas,
The Dead C,
Clear Light,
Vainqueur,
Skriet,
kango's stein massive,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
David Bowie,
OOIOO,
Radiopuhelimet,
Heaven 17,
Todd Rundgren,
10cc,
Qualms,
Rakim,
Crispy Ambulance,
Shuggie Otis,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gichy Dan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pantaleimon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Faraquet,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bluetip,
Flipper,
Franke,
Chris Corsano,
Roxy Music,
Q and Not U,
Barbara Tucker,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.