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 Philippines and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 guitar 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 Grauzone to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Bang On A Can,
Tropical Tobacco,
Soft Cell,
Crash Course in Science,
The Fugs,
Suburban Knight,
The Cowsills,
Max Romeo,
Fatback Band,
Steve Hackett,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
This Heat,
DJ Sneak,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
48th St. Collective,
Spandau Ballet,
Underground Resistance,
Joensuu 1685,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Fuzztones,
Carl Craig,
Brothers Johnson,
The Toasters,
Marvin Gaye,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bill Wells,
Eurythmics,
PIL,
The Saints,
Derrick May,
Eddi Front,
kango's stein massive,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pantaleimon,
Silicon Teens,
Joey Negro,
Gichy Dan,
The Motions,
The Black Dice,
The Angels of Light,
Kool Moe Dee,
B.T. Express,
Lucky Dragons,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Peter and Kerry,
Infiniti,
Black Sheep,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Byron Stingily,
Massinfluence,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Smiths,
Sonny Sharrock,
Electric Prunes,
Urselle,
Animal Collective,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Stereo Dub,
Basic Channel,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.