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 Canada and from Portland.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Inner City to the dance 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 Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Scion,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Angels of Light,
Jandek,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Roxy Music,
Simply Red,
Flipper,
Royal Trux,
Grauzone,
The Velvet Underground,
Index,
the Normal,
Suicide,
Henry Cow,
Ponytail,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
K-Klass,
Silicon Teens,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kas Product,
Deadbeat,
Pantytec,
Half Japanese,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fear,
Pierre Henry,
Cecil Taylor,
Qualms,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Swans,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Carl Craig,
Juan Atkins,
JFA,
Lalann,
Sexual Harrassment,
Radiohead,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Monochrome Set,
Marine Girls,
Aloha Tigers,
Mantronix,
Sister Nancy,
Monolake,
Leonard Cohen,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Drexciya,
Model 500,
Talk Talk,
Gong,
Joy Division,
Cybotron,
MC5,
Hasil Adkins,
X-101,
Kayak,
Davy DMX,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.