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 Rwanda and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Robert Hood to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
OOIOO,
Jacques Brel,
8 Eyed Spy,
Crooked Eye,
John Foxx,
Don Cherry,
ABBA,
Joyce Sims,
The Last Poets,
Grandmaster Flash,
Robert Görl,
The Young Rascals,
Mantronix,
Roxette,
Roy Ayers,
AZ,
Bang On A Can,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Little Man,
Flipper,
Kenny Larkin,
Audionom,
Cameo,
John Coltrane,
Fugazi,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Slave,
the Normal,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ten City,
Parry Music,
Mo-Dettes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Whodini,
F. McDonald,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Knickerbockers,
The Buckinghams,
David McCallum,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lucky Dragons,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lou Reed,
Eli Mardock,
Bobby Womack,
Scion,
Warren Ellis,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lebanon Hanover,
Skaos,
the Slits,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gil Scott Heron,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scratch Acid,
Funkadelic,
Juan Atkins,
Nick Fraelich,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Alarm Clocks,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.