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 Azerbaijan and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 synthesizer 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 Blancmange to the dance 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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Kenny Larkin,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Wally Richardson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sixth Finger,
Deadbeat,
The Flesh Eaters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Association,
the Swans,
The Dirtbombs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pierre Henry,
L. Decosne,
Lakeside,
The Smoke,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Associates,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Vladislav Delay,
Rites of Spring,
Gong,
the Normal,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mission of Burma,
The Knickerbockers,
Essential Logic,
Das Ding,
DJ Style,
Albert Ayler,
Kaleidoscope,
The Mummies,
Malaria!,
New Order,
R.M.O.,
Popol Vuh,
Franke,
Nas,
Bill Near,
Terry Callier,
John Lydon,
Groovy Waters,
Metal Thangz,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Chrome,
Second Layer,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Marine Girls,
Rufus Thomas,
Amon Düül,
Joey Negro,
Minnie Riperton,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.