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 Senegal and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
The Moleskins,
Black Sheep,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
X-Ray Spex,
Visage,
Public Image Ltd.,
Hashim,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Stereo Dub,
Girls At Our Best!,
Camouflage,
Minnie Riperton,
The Tremeloes,
The Martian,
the Human League,
Lightning Bolt,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pole,
The Misunderstood,
Niagra,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ice-T,
Gang Green,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jandek,
Tomorrow,
Derrick May,
Adolescents,
The Knickerbockers,
Vainqueur,
Anthony Braxton,
The Gap Band,
Fatback Band,
Funkadelic,
Desert Stars,
June of 44,
Gabor Szabo,
The Moody Blues,
Von Mondo,
Johnny Clarke,
Eric Dolphy,
Bad Manners,
Basic Channel,
Black Moon,
Wolf Eyes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Black Flag,
Das Ding,
The Sonics,
Glambeats Corp.,
Trumans Water,
Symarip,
Fear,
Frankie Knuckles,
PIL,
Nico,
Model 500,
Lungfish,
Joy Division,
Ken Boothe,
Jerry's Kids,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.