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 Vanuatu and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 synthesizer 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 Chris & Cosey to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader 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?
Wolf Eyes,
Absolute Body Control,
Lou Reed,
Sight & Sound,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Yusef Lateef,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eve St. Jones,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Agitation Free,
Rotary Connection,
Young Marble Giants,
The Associates,
Gabor Szabo,
The Star Department,
Drive Like Jehu,
D'Angelo,
Barbara Tucker,
The Birthday Party,
Chris & Cosey,
Maurizio,
The Wake,
Deadbeat,
Popol Vuh,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Colin Newman,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Residents,
The Fire Engines,
F. McDonald,
Gastr Del Sol,
Shuggie Otis,
Index,
Bluetip,
Eurythmics,
the Human League,
Pole,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Livin' Joy,
Ultravox,
The Fugs,
Tommy Roe,
Little Man,
Schoolly D,
The Happenings,
Suburban Knight,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gichy Dan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Quantec,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Wally Richardson,
Laurel Aitken,
Dead Boys,
Gong,
Jacques Brel,
Robert Görl,
Arab on Radar,
Throbbing Gristle,
Charles Mingus,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.