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 Serbia and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Mighty Diamonds 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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alison Limerick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Mo-Dettes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Neil Young,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Beau Brummels,
Severed Heads,
Amazonics,
Sunsets and Hearts,
T. Rex,
Barrington Levy,
Matthew Bourne,
Camberwell Now,
The Invisible,
Groovy Waters,
Minor Threat,
Bang On A Can,
Boogie Down Productions,
Glenn Branca,
The Zeros,
Johnny Clarke,
Kerri Chandler,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ituana,
Accadde A,
Lalann,
Harry Pussy,
Eden Ahbez,
H. Thieme,
One Last Wish,
The Slits,
Lungfish,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Kinks,
Crash Course in Science,
The Dave Clark Five,
Boz Scaggs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fluxion,
Eddi Front,
Ohio Players,
Panda Bear,
Mission of Burma,
Spandau Ballet,
The Sound,
The Grass Roots,
Shoche,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pole,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Animal Collective,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marine Girls,
Steve Hackett,
Cal Tjader,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.