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 United Kingdom and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Paris.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Aswad,
Au Pairs,
Ornette Coleman,
Porter Ricks,
Erasure,
Hashim,
Yusef Lateef,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Shuggie Otis,
The Motions,
The Buckinghams,
Marvin Gaye,
China Crisis,
Delon & Dalcan,
MC5,
Pylon,
Reuben Wilson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bang On A Can,
Ten City,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nas,
Main Source,
The American Breed,
Matthew Halsall,
Neu!,
The Fortunes,
Deepchord,
Warsaw,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
E-Dancer,
Iggy Pop,
OOIOO,
The Litter,
Pantytec,
Radio Birdman,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
a-ha,
Neil Young,
Skarface,
Blake Baxter,
Fad Gadget,
KRS-One,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Silicon Teens,
Laurel Aitken,
B.T. Express,
Technova,
The Pop Group,
Pussy Galore,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Minnie Riperton,
Swans,
Blossom Toes,
The Moody Blues,
James White and The Blacks,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.