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 Lithuania and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 theremin 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 Minnie Riperton to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
the Normal,
Vainqueur,
Lower 48,
Siglo XX,
The Wake,
The Monochrome Set,
The Star Department,
Agent Orange,
Bob Dylan,
Monolake,
Donald Byrd,
New Age Steppers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gang Green,
Eve St. Jones,
Country Teasers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Motorama,
Kas Product,
New York Dolls,
Morten Harket,
Little Man,
Procol Harum,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jacob Miller,
Lee Hazlewood,
Derrick May,
Thompson Twins,
The Walker Brothers,
Half Japanese,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
L. Decosne,
Hashim,
Ultra Naté,
Jawbox,
Panda Bear,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Crash Course in Science,
Masters at Work,
Mr. Review,
Cymande,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tears for Fears,
the Swans,
David McCallum,
The Monks,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Yazoo,
Pulsallama,
Lightning Bolt,
The American Breed,
Main Source,
Make Up,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Organ,
Steve Hackett,
the Association,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.