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 Gambia and from Tokyo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Essential Logic to the crunk 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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Goldenarms,
Basic Channel,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Al Stewart,
These Immortal Souls,
K-Klass,
Chris Corsano,
The Monks,
Intrusion,
Pere Ubu,
Metal Thangz,
Animal Collective,
Joe Smooth,
Kevin Saunderson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Deakin,
Ronnie Foster,
Barbara Tucker,
Neu!,
Theoretical Girls,
Surgeon,
Vladislav Delay,
10cc,
Simply Red,
Sparks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Susan Cadogan,
Quando Quango,
The Mojo Men,
Chris & Cosey,
The Martian,
Leonard Cohen,
Moss Icon,
Soft Machine,
Amon Düül,
The Litter,
Hoover,
Graham Central Station,
MDC,
Sällskapet,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Dead C,
David McCallum,
The Modern Lovers,
Roy Ayers,
Grauzone,
Depeche Mode,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tommy Roe,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Slits,
Black Flag,
Supertramp,
Dual Sessions,
Ludus,
Soul Sonic Force,
Minnie Riperton,
Terry Callier,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Minny Pops,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.