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 Belize 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 spring reverb 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 Gichy Dan to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
PIL,
This Heat,
Tom Boy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lalann,
Tim Buckley,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sugar Minott,
John Holt,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Theoretical Girls,
Skaos,
The Remains,
Royal Trux,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nils Olav,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Warren Ellis,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cymande,
Ludus,
Colin Newman,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Malaria!,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Hashim,
Juan Atkins,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ralphi Rosario,
Outsiders,
Howard Jones,
F. McDonald,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Slits,
Average White Band,
Avey Tare,
Fatback Band,
Loose Ends,
Eddi Front,
L. Decosne,
The Standells,
Cluster,
Slick Rick,
Connie Case,
John Coltrane,
The Toasters,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Birthday Party,
Little Man,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Darondo,
Mars,
Junior Murvin,
Model 500,
Scrapy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eric B and Rakim,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.