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 Tuvalu and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Nile Rodgers 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 The Raincoats to the punk 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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Peter and Kerry,
Janne Schatter,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Association,
Swell Maps,
The Leaves,
Aaron Thompson,
China Crisis,
The Music Machine,
Tom Boy,
Swans,
Wolf Eyes,
Little Man,
Cheater Slicks,
The Litter,
Yazoo,
Tres Demented,
Ludus,
B.T. Express,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
John Cale,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Reagan Youth,
Quando Quango,
The Trojans,
Ultravox,
Inner City,
Spoonie Gee,
Severed Heads,
Eddi Front,
Mr. Review,
The Monochrome Set,
World's Most,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Grandmaster Flash,
Unwound,
Blancmange,
Rufus Thomas,
a-ha,
Pantaleimon,
DNA,
Letta Mbulu,
Roy Ayers,
kango's stein massive,
Marine Girls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Johnny Clarke,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Khruangbin,
U.S. Maple,
the Soft Cell,
The Birthday Party,
Duran Duran,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Young Marble Giants,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Black Dice,
Skarface,
Idris Muhammad,
Subhumans,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.