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 Bahrain and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 synthesizer 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 The Wake to the disco 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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Connie Case,
Aloha Tigers,
Eurythmics,
Hardrive,
Niagra,
Ornette Coleman,
Black Bananas,
Pere Ubu,
The Golliwogs,
Peter and Kerry,
Funky Four + One,
the Sonics,
Freddie Wadling,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lower 48,
cv313,
Frankie Knuckles,
Alice Coltrane,
Jeff Mills,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Matthew Bourne,
Rites of Spring,
Clear Light,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Loose Ends,
Khruangbin,
Cluster,
Jesper Dahlback,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Barracudas,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Donald Byrd,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Slits,
Alison Limerick,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Barbara Tucker,
The Gun Club,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pagans,
PIL,
The Walker Brothers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Soft Machine,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bootsy Collins,
Siglo XX,
Tom Boy,
Ice-T,
Roy Ayers,
Fugazi,
Agent Orange,
Swans,
Ralphi Rosario,
Young Marble Giants,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Faust,
The Trojans,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.