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 Turkey and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 June Days to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Los Fastidios,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Joey Negro,
Colin Newman,
A Certain Ratio,
The Zeros,
Aaron Thompson,
Harmonia,
David Axelrod,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Joe Smooth,
Donald Byrd,
The Misunderstood,
Roy Ayers,
DJ Sneak,
The Sound,
Ken Boothe,
10cc,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Young Marble Giants,
Sarah Menescal,
Chris Corsano,
Symarip,
The American Breed,
the Bar-Kays,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Blossom Toes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sound Behaviour,
Jeff Mills,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Swans,
F. McDonald,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marvin Gaye,
Arthur Verocai,
Masters at Work,
Reuben Wilson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Con Funk Shun,
Godley & Creme,
The Moleskins,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Agent Orange,
Anakelly,
Underground Resistance,
The New Christs,
Silicon Teens,
Joensuu 1685,
The Associates,
Scott Walker,
The Count Five,
Charles Mingus,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ice-T,
Toni Rubio,
Jandek,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
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.