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 Bolivia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Popol Vuh to the jazz 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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
KRS-One,
Scott Walker,
kango's stein massive,
K-Klass,
Ronan,
Porter Ricks,
The Human League,
The Fall,
Davy DMX,
Robert Wyatt,
The Moleskins,
Brand Nubian,
Trumans Water,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bobby Sherman,
The Durutti Column,
World's Most,
Rakim,
Jawbox,
Los Fastidios,
The Cure,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fat Boys,
Young Marble Giants,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bluetip,
Yazoo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Can,
Slick Rick,
Swell Maps,
H. Thieme,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Aswad,
Cybotron,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Litter,
New Age Steppers,
Arcadia,
Malaria!,
Silicon Teens,
Piero Umiliani,
Gang Gang Dance,
Camouflage,
Neil Young,
Cymande,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
John Lydon,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jacques Brel,
Charles Mingus,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Todd Terry,
Amazonics,
Shoche,
The Sonics,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kevin Saunderson,
Soft Machine,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.