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 Kuwait and from Edmonton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Circle Jerks to the crunk 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 the Sonics. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
K-Klass,
David McCallum,
Chrome,
Rosa Yemen,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kerri Chandler,
Porter Ricks,
Barry Ungar,
Faraquet,
The Velvet Underground,
Henry Cow,
Mark Hollis,
Warsaw,
Q65,
Rekid,
Metal Thangz,
The Happenings,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sun City Girls,
The Dirtbombs,
Neil Young,
Joensuu 1685,
Lou Christie,
The Cowsills,
Mantronix,
The Last Poets,
T. Rex,
CMW,
Pet Shop Boys,
Underground Resistance,
Amon Düül,
Graham Central Station,
Lalann,
The Sound,
Hashim,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Silicon Teens,
Adolescents,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sam Rivers,
Grauzone,
Fear,
Lightning Bolt,
Roxette,
Masters at Work,
The Motions,
Sällskapet,
Bush Tetras,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Max Romeo,
ABBA,
Depeche Mode,
The Saints,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Wally Richardson,
Severed Heads,
Television,
Ituana,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.