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 Milan.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Birthday Party to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sällskapet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Roxette,
Ituana,
Wally Richardson,
Robert Wyatt,
The Flesh Eaters,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eden Ahbez,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gichy Dan,
Rosa Yemen,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lebanon Hanover,
Letta Mbulu,
Popol Vuh,
10cc,
The Music Machine,
Josef K,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Godley & Creme,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Funkadelic,
Chris Corsano,
the Normal,
Brass Construction,
Q and Not U,
Young Marble Giants,
Henry Cow,
The Cowsills,
Prince Buster,
Clear Light,
Groovy Waters,
Mr. Review,
Sarah Menescal,
Bill Near,
Shoche,
The Remains,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ice-T,
The Velvet Underground,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nils Olav,
Banda Bassotti,
Scion,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Whodini,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rufus Thomas,
Essential Logic,
Kayak,
The Residents,
Jacob Miller,
Eddi Front,
Brothers Johnson,
Todd Rundgren,
Khruangbin,
Jesper Dahlback,
F. McDonald,
Con Funk Shun,
Faust,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Black Pus,
Wasted Youth,
The Moleskins,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.