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 Kiribati and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tokyo.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the theremin 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 Sun Ra to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Excepter,
ABBA,
Tommy Roe,
The Knickerbockers,
Agent Orange,
The Walker Brothers,
James White and The Blacks,
Blake Baxter,
Joey Negro,
Motorama,
X-102,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cheater Slicks,
Mandrill,
Kenny Larkin,
The Sisters of Mercy,
JFA,
Make Up,
Roxy Music,
Bad Manners,
Magazine,
Livin' Joy,
PIL,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Scan 7,
Monolake,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Outsiders,
Marvin Gaye,
Camouflage,
Goldenarms,
Interpol,
F. McDonald,
DJ Sneak,
Delon & Dalcan,
L. Decosne,
Glenn Branca,
Soft Machine,
Rod Modell,
The Star Department,
Vainqueur,
Barry Ungar,
Byron Stingily,
Harry Pussy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Soul II Soul,
Loose Ends,
Heaven 17,
Chris & Cosey,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
David McCallum,
Lungfish,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Young Marble Giants,
Grandmaster Flash,
Juan Atkins,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rakim,
Minny Pops,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.