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 Laos and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 rhodes 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 Mantronix to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Avey Tare,
Amon Düül,
Mad Mike,
ABC,
Essential Logic,
Fad Gadget,
Q65,
Sällskapet,
Faust,
Rites of Spring,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gang Starr,
Ituana,
Ronan,
Ronnie Foster,
The New Christs,
The Remains,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Shoche,
Maurizio,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Wire,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Black Sheep,
Chris Corsano,
Sun Ra,
Aural Exciters,
Iggy Pop,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Soft Cell,
Lightning Bolt,
Scott Walker,
Unwound,
Radiohead,
Kurtis Blow,
Ralphi Rosario,
cv313,
ABBA,
Kerri Chandler,
Slick Rick,
Khruangbin,
Rapeman,
Animal Collective,
Model 500,
Kayak,
Todd Terry,
The Slits,
Make Up,
Cymande,
Bob Dylan,
Tomorrow,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Agitation Free,
Josef K,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Connie Case,
The Kinks,
Bronski Beat,
The Detroit Cobras,
Minny Pops,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.