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 Netherlands and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Popol Vuh to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
The Golliwogs,
Dual Sessions,
The Associates,
Barry Ungar,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Blancmange,
Supertramp,
The Sonics,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cal Tjader,
Procol Harum,
Matthew Halsall,
The Durutti Column,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Soulsonic Force,
Newcleus,
Anakelly,
Von Mondo,
Electric Prunes,
John Lydon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Darondo,
Toni Rubio,
Nirvana,
Oblivians,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gabor Szabo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Das Ding,
Schoolly D,
Wasted Youth,
Wings,
Ronnie Foster,
The Beau Brummels,
Accadde A,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Vainqueur,
Y Pants,
The Smoke,
The Five Americans,
The Dirtbombs,
AZ,
Ronan,
Lou Christie,
Easy Going,
Hashim,
The Evens,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Pretty Things,
Yellowson,
Nico,
Sarah Menescal,
Q and Not U,
Suburban Knight,
David Bowie,
Siglo XX,
Arthur Verocai,
Bob Dylan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lalann,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.