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 Uganda and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Chris & Cosey to the dance 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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Darondo,
Anakelly,
Amon Düül,
Sun Ra,
Moby Grape,
Brand Nubian,
the Swans,
Alison Limerick,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Thee Headcoats,
Dorothy Ashby,
Faust,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Moleskins,
Eric Dolphy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scott Walker,
Malaria!,
Lower 48,
Drexciya,
T. Rex,
Scan 7,
the Sonics,
CMW,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Magma,
The Saints,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marmalade,
Nas,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Red Krayola,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Trumans Water,
Can,
Japan,
Sparks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eric Copeland,
kango's stein massive,
The Litter,
Metal Thangz,
Kool Moe Dee,
Junior Murvin,
OOIOO,
The Monochrome Set,
Organ,
Joe Finger,
Bobby Womack,
Oneida,
Flash Fearless,
The Alarm Clocks,
Amazonics,
The Flesh Eaters,
Robert Wyatt,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.