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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Smog to the electroclash 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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Cecil Taylor,
Severed Heads,
Hardrive,
Quando Quango,
Bootsy Collins,
kango's stein massive,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Offenders,
Iggy Pop,
The Star Department,
John Coltrane,
MDC,
Pole,
Organ,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Evens,
The Gun Club,
Monolake,
Eric Copeland,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
David Bowie,
Popol Vuh,
June Days,
The Flesh Eaters,
Silicon Teens,
Agent Orange,
Jacques Brel,
Harry Pussy,
Wally Richardson,
Isaac Hayes,
La Düsseldorf,
David Axelrod,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pantaleimon,
Aural Exciters,
Morten Harket,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rekid,
John Cale,
Ludus,
Joy Division,
Pantytec,
The Monks,
Joyce Sims,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Amon Düül II,
New York Dolls,
The Kinks,
Arthur Verocai,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Anakelly,
Y Pants,
Pere Ubu,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.