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 Maldives and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lalann to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Donald Byrd,
Ornette Coleman,
Blossom Toes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Bar-Kays,
Pylon,
Rakim,
Index,
Urselle,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Crooked Eye,
Fatback Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Pretty Things,
Iggy Pop,
Eric Dolphy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Thompson Twins,
Ultravox,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Qualms,
Gichy Dan,
Peter and Kerry,
Mission of Burma,
John Coltrane,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
New York Dolls,
Rosa Yemen,
Sparks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Laurel Aitken,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dennis Brown,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sällskapet,
Wings,
Carl Craig,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kurtis Blow,
Terry Callier,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bang On A Can,
Crime,
La Düsseldorf,
The Fall,
John Holt,
Gerry Rafferty,
Intrusion,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Half Japanese,
Con Funk Shun,
The Young Rascals,
Moss Icon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Dead C,
Guru Guru,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.