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 Pakistan and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ 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 Monks to the punk 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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Cluster,
Ralphi Rosario,
Essential Logic,
Harmonia,
The Human League,
The Electric Prunes,
Technova,
The Dead C,
Reagan Youth,
Ice-T,
Sam Rivers,
Deepchord,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Dirtbombs,
Godley & Creme,
Lalann,
Depeche Mode,
The Motions,
Jacques Brel,
Public Enemy,
Television Personalities,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Beau Brummels,
Supertramp,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eli Mardock,
Jeru the Damaja,
Stereo Dub,
Chrome,
Hoover,
Cameo,
Black Pus,
Mo-Dettes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Little Man,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
David McCallum,
Royal Trux,
Arthur Verocai,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Barry Ungar,
Gastr Del Sol,
Infiniti,
The Gun Club,
Eric Dolphy,
The Gladiators,
Black Bananas,
Roxy Music,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Human League,
Marine Girls,
L. Decosne,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Normal,
Jeff Mills,
The Seeds,
Derrick Morgan,
Moebius,
The Golliwogs,
Mr. Review,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.