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 Fiji and from Paris.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gong to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Brass Construction,
Bill Near,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Prince Buster,
Todd Terry,
Maleditus Sound,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Joe Smooth,
Television Personalities,
Tubeway Army,
Q and Not U,
Matthew Halsall,
Second Layer,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
One Last Wish,
Cluster,
Cecil Taylor,
Sixth Finger,
Ponytail,
Black Flag,
The Victims,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Joy Division,
Von Mondo,
Sister Nancy,
Rapeman,
Neil Young,
The Fortunes,
Shuggie Otis,
The Blues Magoos,
The Mummies,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Quadrant,
Dead Boys,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Barry Ungar,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Radiopuhelimet,
Byron Stingily,
Amon Düül,
The Dirtbombs,
John Lydon,
Judy Mowatt,
Marine Girls,
The Trojans,
Los Fastidios,
Fugazi,
The Litter,
Black Sheep,
Depeche Mode,
the Bar-Kays,
Subhumans,
Derrick Morgan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Motions,
Gang Starr,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.