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 San Marino and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 spring reverb 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 Jimmy McGriff to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ 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 oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
The Standells,
The Monochrome Set,
Massinfluence,
Alphaville,
Warsaw,
New Age Steppers,
Matthew Bourne,
Simply Red,
Nas,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Oneida,
Marine Girls,
The Golliwogs,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fela Kuti,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Mojo Men,
Black Pus,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Saints,
Livin' Joy,
Minutemen,
The Seeds,
Ken Boothe,
Lower 48,
Fluxion,
OOIOO,
The Last Poets,
Schoolly D,
Wasted Youth,
Hardrive,
Yellowson,
Erasure,
Maurizio,
Al Stewart,
This Heat,
David Axelrod,
Marvin Gaye,
The Dave Clark Five,
Young Marble Giants,
Todd Rundgren,
The United States of America,
Prince Buster,
Deepchord,
Wally Richardson,
Royal Trux,
Ultravox,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Electric Prunes,
the Bar-Kays,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Moby Grape,
PIL,
Eurythmics,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Swell Maps,
Crash Course in Science,
Swans,
Mantronix,
Basic Channel,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.