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 Bhutan and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Angels of Light to the rap 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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Gang Green,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Arab on Radar,
Marc Almond,
Morten Harket,
Desert Stars,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sonic Youth,
Fela Kuti,
Gregory Isaacs,
Shoche,
John Coltrane,
The Vogues,
the Swans,
OOIOO,
Public Image Ltd.,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Searchers,
The Five Americans,
Tom Boy,
Hasil Adkins,
Royal Trux,
The Count Five,
Sound Behaviour,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Intrusion,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Man Parrish,
Spoonie Gee,
Darondo,
Minny Pops,
Organ,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Neon Judgement,
Cluster,
Jerry's Kids,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The J.B.'s,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pylon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dark Day,
Y Pants,
Patti Smith,
The Smiths,
Chris & Cosey,
Little Man,
Chrome,
Thompson Twins,
Radiohead,
Radio Birdman,
John Lydon,
Supertramp,
Joyce Sims,
Lower 48,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Juan Atkins,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.