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 South Sudan and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 synthesizer 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 Television Personalities to the rock 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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nirvana,
The Toasters,
the Human League,
Judy Mowatt,
Nils Olav,
ABBA,
Sugar Minott,
Gang Green,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Red Krayola,
Magma,
Bad Manners,
Maurizio,
T.S.O.L.,
Stiv Bators,
Charles Mingus,
Echospace,
PIL,
Sarah Menescal,
Flash Fearless,
Basic Channel,
Pere Ubu,
Letta Mbulu,
Al Stewart,
Wire,
Swans,
The Count Five,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Evens,
Neil Young,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Simply Red,
Flipper,
Robert Görl,
Colin Newman,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nik Kershaw,
Altered Images,
Tomorrow,
John Foxx,
Babytalk,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fela Kuti,
Moby Grape,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sun City Girls,
Eddi Front,
The Walker Brothers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Hoover,
The J.B.'s,
Yellowson,
Rites of Spring,
Bobby Womack,
Man Parrish,
Reuben Wilson,
Black Sheep,
Eve St. Jones,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.