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 Peru and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tokyo.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Tres Demented to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Theoretical Girls,
The Buckinghams,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Shuggie Otis,
Lindisfarne,
Cecil Taylor,
Scott Walker,
Mo-Dettes,
The Trojans,
Banda Bassotti,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Smoke,
Fluxion,
Qualms,
Con Funk Shun,
kango's stein massive,
The Stooges,
Drexciya,
Tres Demented,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The United States of America,
La Düsseldorf,
Flash Fearless,
Joy Division,
Japan,
Main Source,
Echospace,
Nik Kershaw,
Soft Machine,
Das Ding,
Cymande,
The Busters,
Funkadelic,
Alphaville,
Amon Düül,
Sex Pistols,
The Sonics,
Siglo XX,
Minutemen,
Hot Snakes,
Sam Rivers,
Rakim,
The Smiths,
The Fuzztones,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Electric Prunes,
World's Most,
The Dirtbombs,
Guru Guru,
The Standells,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fat Boys,
The Raincoats,
Spandau Ballet,
The Black Dice,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rod Modell,
Dead Boys,
Kas Product,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Al Stewart,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.