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 Georgia and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Velvet Underground to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Residents,
Urselle,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Radio Birdman,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Guru Guru,
Main Source,
Fugazi,
The Toasters,
The Gories,
John Holt,
Adolescents,
the Germs,
Underground Resistance,
ABBA,
Sun Ra,
Procol Harum,
The Moody Blues,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
a-ha,
Pantaleimon,
Arthur Verocai,
Zero Boys,
The Evens,
Alison Limerick,
Supertramp,
The Slackers,
Popol Vuh,
Scion,
D'Angelo,
Crash Course in Science,
Bush Tetras,
Avey Tare,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Slave,
Black Flag,
Rites of Spring,
The Busters,
Massinfluence,
Deadbeat,
Dennis Brown,
Bang On A Can,
Mantronix,
Donald Byrd,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lakeside,
Trumans Water,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Godley & Creme,
Television Personalities,
Nirvana,
The Stooges,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jeff Mills,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bobby Womack,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Au Pairs,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.