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 Taiwan and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ludus to the jazz 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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Popol Vuh,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Throbbing Gristle,
Motorama,
Moebius,
New Age Steppers,
Tomorrow,
Lightning Bolt,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Fortunes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The American Breed,
Eric B and Rakim,
EPMD,
Q and Not U,
The Index,
Basic Channel,
Outsiders,
Excepter,
Severed Heads,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Mummies,
Pylon,
Echospace,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ronnie Foster,
Suburban Knight,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Trojans,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ossler,
Bad Manners,
Michelle Simonal,
Pussy Galore,
Soulsonic Force,
Saccharine Trust,
R.M.O.,
The Birthday Party,
Can,
Letta Mbulu,
Brand Nubian,
Blossom Toes,
Kas Product,
Symarip,
Dead Boys,
Au Pairs,
Mandrill,
The Fugs,
Ohio Players,
Fluxion,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lungfish,
X-101,
Pantytec,
the Sonics,
Cybotron,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.