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 Senegal and from Calgary.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Archie Shepp to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Kaleidoscope,
The Slits,
Black Pus,
Pylon,
Jeff Mills,
Boredoms,
The Toasters,
The Gories,
the Association,
The Blackbyrds,
Chrome,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Raincoats,
The United States of America,
DJ Sneak,
Model 500,
Malaria!,
Unwound,
Harmonia,
The Music Machine,
Glenn Branca,
LL Cool J,
Archie Shepp,
The Young Rascals,
Gang of Four,
Qualms,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Yusef Lateef,
the Slits,
Scion,
Brothers Johnson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pere Ubu,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Spandau Ballet,
Jacques Brel,
Alton Ellis,
Brick,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Television,
China Crisis,
Minnie Riperton,
Angry Samoans,
Nils Olav,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bluetip,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lou Reed,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marmalade,
H. Thieme,
Connie Case,
The Sonics,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Shoche,
JFA,
Black Bananas,
Johnny Osbourne,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.