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 Jamaica and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sugar Minott to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ken Boothe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
New Age Steppers,
The Grass Roots,
The Stooges,
Aural Exciters,
Albert Ayler,
kango's stein massive,
Y Pants,
Joyce Sims,
The Wake,
FM Einheit,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mark Hollis,
The Fuzztones,
Banda Bassotti,
Black Sheep,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mantronix,
Wire,
Model 500,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Adolescents,
Joy Division,
Crash Course in Science,
Charles Mingus,
Tres Demented,
Malaria!,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Toni Rubio,
Joe Finger,
Skriet,
The Velvet Underground,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Motions,
One Last Wish,
Pierre Henry,
Junior Murvin,
Archie Shepp,
Infiniti,
Nico,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lyres,
UT,
Lou Reed,
Black Pus,
Faraquet,
PIL,
Chrome,
David Bowie,
Marvin Gaye,
The Sonics,
John Foxx,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cameo,
Easy Going,
The Pretty Things,
Letta Mbulu,
Mission of Burma,
Q and Not U,
Unrelated Segments,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.