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 Malawi and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Mission of Burma to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Agitation Free,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Banda Bassotti,
Brick,
Half Japanese,
Severed Heads,
Ponytail,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Laurel Aitken,
John Foxx,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lou Reed,
The Selecter,
Ralphi Rosario,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Angry Samoans,
Ohio Players,
Bizarre Inc.,
Hot Snakes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jandek,
John Holt,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mantronix,
Marcia Griffiths,
Qualms,
The Last Poets,
Jesper Dahlback,
Youth Brigade,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Brass Construction,
New York Dolls,
Cheater Slicks,
Cybotron,
Skriet,
Bobby Sherman,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The American Breed,
Lalann,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Peter and Kerry,
Crispian St. Peters,
Unrelated Segments,
The Names,
Leonard Cohen,
Robert Görl,
Althea and Donna,
Bobby Womack,
Danielle Patucci,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Soulsonic Force,
Roger Hodgson,
David Bowie,
Television,
Scion,
EPMD,
Lebanon Hanover,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.