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 India and from Tokyo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Cluster to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Television,
Peter and Kerry,
Nils Olav,
Livin' Joy,
Electric Prunes,
Neil Young,
Rotary Connection,
John Foxx,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fatback Band,
The Smoke,
Wally Richardson,
Jeff Lynne,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cymande,
Slave,
Cecil Taylor,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Vainqueur,
Sixth Finger,
Ultimate Spinach,
Scan 7,
Echospace,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Remains,
Spoonie Gee,
The Red Krayola,
Funky Four + One,
Au Pairs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Max Romeo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Barry Ungar,
The Residents,
Sugar Minott,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Nation of Ulysses,
Drive Like Jehu,
Loose Ends,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Stereo Dub,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Fire Engines,
Royal Trux,
Cheater Slicks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Agitation Free,
Soft Cell,
Mantronix,
the Sonics,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Supertramp,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bobby Womack,
Todd Terry,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
China Crisis,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Star Department,
The Wake,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.