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 Andorra and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 L. Decosne 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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Funky Four + One,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Crispian St. Peters,
Yellowson,
Procol Harum,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Agent Orange,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Spoonie Gee,
Isaac Hayes,
Absolute Body Control,
OOIOO,
Stiv Bators,
Scott Walker,
The Skatalites,
Cecil Taylor,
Mo-Dettes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Standells,
Leonard Cohen,
Mark Hollis,
Bobby Sherman,
One Last Wish,
Alphaville,
Sparks,
Basic Channel,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Chrome,
Crooked Eye,
Sandy B,
The Associates,
Patti Smith,
Jeff Lynne,
Alton Ellis,
Circle Jerks,
U.S. Maple,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Groovy Waters,
Amon Düül II,
The Victims,
Kaleidoscope,
Lalann,
Brass Construction,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Skarface,
Shuggie Otis,
H. Thieme,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Blues Magoos,
Ten City,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Sonics,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Minutemen,
Roxy Music,
Aloha Tigers,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.