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 Thailand and from New York.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Edmonton.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the jazz 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rakim,
OOIOO,
The Kinks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
David Bowie,
Rufus Thomas,
The Young Rascals,
Tropical Tobacco,
Television,
Cheater Slicks,
Kerri Chandler,
Loose Ends,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nils Olav,
ABBA,
Stereo Dub,
Dark Day,
Essential Logic,
Anthony Braxton,
Carl Craig,
Terrestrial Tones,
Livin' Joy,
Bill Wells,
Rotary Connection,
the Sonics,
Nico,
Radio Birdman,
Thee Headcoats,
8 Eyed Spy,
JFA,
This Heat,
Khruangbin,
Popol Vuh,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Fugs,
Man Parrish,
Lindisfarne,
Rosa Yemen,
Minor Threat,
U.S. Maple,
The Human League,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Leonard Cohen,
Josef K,
Peter & Gordon,
Iggy Pop,
Con Funk Shun,
Inner City,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Quadrant,
The Sound,
Circle Jerks,
The Saints,
Blossom Toes,
Clear Light,
Spoonie Gee,
Gastr Del Sol,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.