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 Poland and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Alarm Clocks to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
The Monochrome Set,
Malaria!,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
U.S. Maple,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Groovy Waters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Dirtbombs,
Audionom,
The Mummies,
The Shadows of Knight,
Joey Negro,
Glenn Branca,
Nico,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Danielle Patucci,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Soulsonic Force,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
E-Dancer,
The Busters,
La Düsseldorf,
Swans,
Cybotron,
Sam Rivers,
The Raincoats,
Boogie Down Productions,
Can,
Royal Trux,
The Star Department,
Lindisfarne,
Adolescents,
Fat Boys,
The Smoke,
Dorothy Ashby,
Crooked Eye,
Au Pairs,
The Happenings,
Wally Richardson,
Hashim,
Rhythm & Sound,
Silicon Teens,
Sandy B,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
CMW,
Anthony Braxton,
Aloha Tigers,
The Residents,
Pagans,
The Neon Judgement,
Lalann,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pole,
Radio Birdman,
Gang of Four,
Quando Quango,
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.