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 Vietnam and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 clarinet 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 Theoretical Girls to the jazz 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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Talk Talk,
the Bar-Kays,
Amon Düül II,
New York Dolls,
T. Rex,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Echospace,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bootsy Collins,
Stetsasonic,
Johnny Clarke,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Banda Bassotti,
Monks,
Subhumans,
48th St. Collective,
Erykah Badu,
Dual Sessions,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Soft Machine,
The Raincoats,
Pierre Henry,
The Durutti Column,
Graham Central Station,
Outsiders,
Brothers Johnson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mad Mike,
Scientists,
Porter Ricks,
Bobby Byrd,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sixth Finger,
Japan,
Von Mondo,
Toni Rubio,
A Certain Ratio,
The Smoke,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nick Fraelich,
UT,
The Buckinghams,
Ken Boothe,
The Evens,
The New Christs,
Organ,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pulsallama,
the Normal,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Hot Snakes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sarah Menescal,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.