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 Guinea and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sisters of Mercy to the grunge 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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Andrew Hill,
Maleditus Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Massinfluence,
Mantronix,
Grey Daturas,
Gang of Four,
Sex Pistols,
Fugazi,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nico,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tropical Tobacco,
Quando Quango,
Erykah Badu,
Audionom,
Lightning Bolt,
The Gories,
Moby Grape,
Camberwell Now,
Pylon,
Negative Approach,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jerry's Kids,
Boredoms,
Kevin Saunderson,
Michelle Simonal,
A Certain Ratio,
Jeru the Damaja,
B.T. Express,
Eve St. Jones,
Steve Hackett,
Ronan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Brass Construction,
Fat Boys,
Lakeside,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Fire Engines,
Bootsy Collins,
Jandek,
U.S. Maple,
Eddi Front,
Black Flag,
Chrome,
Groovy Waters,
Quantec,
Moss Icon,
The Invisible,
Wings,
Main Source,
Lindisfarne,
Mad Mike,
Index,
The Shadows of Knight,
John Lydon,
The Electric Prunes,
Crash Course in Science,
Kenny Larkin,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.