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 Portugal and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
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 Eddi Front to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
David Bowie,
Rakim,
Main Source,
Eddi Front,
Peter & Gordon,
The Divine Comedy,
Black Pus,
Barclay James Harvest,
UT,
Sonic Youth,
Man Eating Sloth,
Derrick May,
The Golliwogs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Judy Mowatt,
Anthony Braxton,
Banda Bassotti,
Jandek,
Don Cherry,
Skaos,
Intrusion,
The Stooges,
Babytalk,
Black Moon,
Alice Coltrane,
Piero Umiliani,
Wings,
The J.B.'s,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bob Dylan,
Albert Ayler,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Aloha Tigers,
The Durutti Column,
Darondo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Peter and Kerry,
The Count Five,
Brick,
Ice-T,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Birthday Party,
Black Bananas,
Bootsy Collins,
Hardrive,
The Young Rascals,
Cameo,
John Lydon,
Radiohead,
Das Ding,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sparks,
The Offenders,
The Names,
Sister Nancy,
Barry Ungar,
Public Image Ltd.,
Charles Mingus,
Public Enemy,
The Modern Lovers,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.