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 Israel and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 linndrum 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 Guru Guru to the funk 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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Tim Buckley,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
MDC,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Steve Hackett,
Masters at Work,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sam Rivers,
Connie Case,
Henry Cow,
Blossom Toes,
Scion,
Mission of Burma,
Infiniti,
The American Breed,
Alice Coltrane,
Peter and Kerry,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Icehouse,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Popol Vuh,
Mr. Review,
Depeche Mode,
Radio Birdman,
The Skatalites,
Gong,
Circle Jerks,
Little Man,
The Seeds,
Arthur Verocai,
Visage,
Hot Snakes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Young Rascals,
Eve St. Jones,
Kerri Chandler,
Deepchord,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Man Eating Sloth,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
James White and The Blacks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Judy Mowatt,
Carl Craig,
Crooked Eye,
ABBA,
Robert Görl,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Soul Sonic Force,
Duran Duran,
kango's stein massive,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bobby Byrd,
Leonard Cohen,
The Fuzztones,
Eyeless In Gaza,
X-102,
Scott Walker,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.