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 Niger and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 theremin 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 Aswad to the punk 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 The Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
OOIOO,
Suicide,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
These Immortal Souls,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Swans,
Scan 7,
The Vogues,
PIL,
Dennis Brown,
Joensuu 1685,
Ludus,
Hashim,
Pierre Henry,
Chris Corsano,
Harmonia,
The Monks,
Pere Ubu,
Soft Cell,
Delta 5,
The Golliwogs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kurtis Blow,
The Motions,
Sarah Menescal,
The Blues Magoos,
Grey Daturas,
Con Funk Shun,
The Gories,
Gang Green,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Niagra,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Isaac Hayes,
Mars,
Juan Atkins,
The Invisible,
Drexciya,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Human League,
The Star Department,
The Neon Judgement,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scion,
Glenn Branca,
Ultimate Spinach,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Charles Mingus,
FM Einheit,
Freddie Wadling,
Arcadia,
Black Sheep,
Byron Stingily,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.