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 Austria and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the funk 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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alison Limerick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Technova,
Dark Day,
Adolescents,
Nik Kershaw,
Wolf Eyes,
Funky Four + One,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Todd Rundgren,
Hasil Adkins,
In Retrospect,
Man Parrish,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Yazoo,
Joey Negro,
Hashim,
Radio Birdman,
The Stooges,
Pharoah Sanders,
London Community Gospel Choir,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Gladiators,
the Soft Cell,
a-ha,
Peter and Kerry,
Deepchord,
The Black Dice,
The Velvet Underground,
Wasted Youth,
Scientists,
Radiopuhelimet,
Black Bananas,
Alison Limerick,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Misunderstood,
Bush Tetras,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lungfish,
Motorama,
Morten Harket,
Joe Smooth,
Idris Muhammad,
Blancmange,
Scion,
The Monks,
The Monochrome Set,
Black Pus,
Neil Young,
Eddi Front,
June of 44,
Bob Dylan,
Toni Rubio,
Tom Boy,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Moody Blues,
E-Dancer,
Blake Baxter,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Popol Vuh,
Pere Ubu,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.