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 Ghana 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manchester.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Young Marble Giants to the jazz 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
The Electric Prunes,
Nirvana,
The Angels of Light,
Neu!,
Vladislav Delay,
Throbbing Gristle,
Magma,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sonny Sharrock,
Chrome,
John Lydon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fat Boys,
The Birthday Party,
Delta 5,
Minutemen,
Angry Samoans,
Rekid,
Aural Exciters,
Visage,
Vainqueur,
Brick,
Connie Case,
Desert Stars,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Colin Newman,
Todd Rundgren,
Kurtis Blow,
D'Angelo,
Barbara Tucker,
Fad Gadget,
DNA,
New York Dolls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Underground Resistance,
Icehouse,
Heaven 17,
Jeru the Damaja,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jacob Miller,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kerri Chandler,
Pole,
The American Breed,
Parry Music,
Deepchord,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jerry's Kids,
Nas,
Barrington Levy,
John Holt,
The Martian,
X-102,
Dead Boys,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nils Olav,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.