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 Ethiopia and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 clarinet 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 Harmonia to the disco 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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ludus,
Gil Scott Heron,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Grauzone,
Aural Exciters,
Dual Sessions,
Japan,
Flash Fearless,
Warren Ellis,
John Holt,
Crash Course in Science,
John Cale,
Toni Rubio,
Magma,
Metal Thangz,
Prince Buster,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gastr Del Sol,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
World's Most,
Thee Headcoats,
The Tremeloes,
The Victims,
Spandau Ballet,
Wasted Youth,
Mad Mike,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dawn Penn,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Deakin,
MC5,
New Age Steppers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sam Rivers,
The Moleskins,
Kenny Larkin,
The Busters,
Ten City,
The Sisters of Mercy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Alphaville,
The Red Krayola,
The Fugs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Slackers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Echospace,
Yellowson,
Cymande,
New York Dolls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kaleidoscope,
Ultravox,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Electric Prunes,
Faust,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dead Boys,
the Association,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.