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 Korea South and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 organ 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 Kas Product to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Fugazi,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Albert Ayler,
Gang of Four,
Jerry's Kids,
Agent Orange,
Young Marble Giants,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Real Kids,
Eden Ahbez,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Danielle Patucci,
Moss Icon,
Moebius,
Juan Atkins,
Jandek,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Slackers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Scott Walker,
Duran Duran,
Spoonie Gee,
The Cowsills,
Gang Gang Dance,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Darondo,
Tears for Fears,
Gang Green,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Barracudas,
The Seeds,
the Soft Cell,
The Residents,
The Detroit Cobras,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Black Pus,
Kas Product,
Todd Rundgren,
Rosa Yemen,
The Victims,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sunsets and Hearts,
David Axelrod,
Amon Düül II,
Cecil Taylor,
Von Mondo,
Slick Rick,
Main Source,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bill Near,
Half Japanese,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Avey Tare,
Cluster,
Harry Pussy,
Roy Ayers,
Suicide,
Lalann,
Negative Approach,
Jawbox,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Gun Club,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.