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 Andorra and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Cowsills to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Echospace,
Magma,
The Dead C,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eden Ahbez,
L. Decosne,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jandek,
the Swans,
Dark Day,
Guru Guru,
Aloha Tigers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Trumans Water,
Tom Boy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Erasure,
Chris Corsano,
The Cramps,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dead Boys,
Saccharine Trust,
Pierre Henry,
Davy DMX,
Max Romeo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Motions,
Flipper,
Harpers Bizarre,
EPMD,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ten City,
Minor Threat,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Raincoats,
Audionom,
The Durutti Column,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gastr Del Sol,
Heaven 17,
Hasil Adkins,
Icehouse,
Goldenarms,
John Cale,
Cecil Taylor,
The Toasters,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Sisters of Mercy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Amon Düül,
Connie Case,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kerri Chandler,
Aaron Thompson,
The Index,
Lou Reed,
Sixth Finger,
Hoover,
The Dirtbombs,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.