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 Ukraine and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Paris.
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 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 Minny Pops to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates 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 an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Sonics,
Harry Pussy,
Sound Behaviour,
John Cale,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Swans,
L. Decosne,
Scientists,
Sugar Minott,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Star Department,
Easy Going,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Aural Exciters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Grauzone,
Frankie Knuckles,
Marine Girls,
The Red Krayola,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Oneida,
The Monks,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Neu!,
Parry Music,
This Heat,
Hardrive,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mr. Review,
Bobby Womack,
Lungfish,
Flamin' Groovies,
Barrington Levy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Avey Tare,
The Busters,
Jeff Mills,
Nico,
Amon Düül,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eric Dolphy,
Ultimate Spinach,
DJ Style,
Ornette Coleman,
Todd Terry,
Flash Fearless,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pere Ubu,
Sexual Harrassment,
Whodini,
Terry Callier,
EPMD,
The Pop Group,
Au Pairs,
Minor Threat,
Deepchord,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.