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 Uruguay and from Accra.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Smog to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Danielle Patucci,
Neil Young,
Lightning Bolt,
Brick,
DJ Sneak,
One Last Wish,
Yusef Lateef,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Country Teasers,
Ossler,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Andrew Hill,
Slave,
Half Japanese,
Bauhaus,
The Velvet Underground,
Howard Jones,
Popol Vuh,
the Sonics,
Ohio Players,
Matthew Halsall,
Chris Corsano,
Arthur Verocai,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Wake,
Ronnie Foster,
The Smoke,
Ronan,
Lou Christie,
Model 500,
Massinfluence,
Zapp,
Depeche Mode,
This Heat,
Eddi Front,
The Vogues,
Quadrant,
The Neon Judgement,
Nik Kershaw,
The Human League,
Ralphi Rosario,
Glambeats Corp.,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cluster,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Intrusion,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Guru Guru,
Dead Boys,
Lyres,
Piero Umiliani,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fat Boys,
Eli Mardock,
Inner City,
Altered Images,
Supertramp,
Das Ding,
Cameo,
Tropical Tobacco,
Vladislav Delay,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.