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 Seychelles and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Accra.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Cheater Slicks to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Joensuu 1685,
Aaron Thompson,
Underground Resistance,
Harmonia,
Y Pants,
Arcadia,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tommy Roe,
The Knickerbockers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Standells,
Bizarre Inc.,
D'Angelo,
The Leaves,
Niagra,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gang Green,
Desert Stars,
Eric B and Rakim,
Depeche Mode,
Gastr Del Sol,
Altered Images,
John Holt,
Henry Cow,
Maurizio,
New Age Steppers,
Grauzone,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Boz Scaggs,
The Pretty Things,
Josef K,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nico,
The Barracudas,
Lightning Bolt,
Crispy Ambulance,
Danielle Patucci,
Electric Prunes,
Brothers Johnson,
Joy Division,
Rekid,
Scott Walker,
Swans,
Bang On A Can,
Kerri Chandler,
Harry Pussy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lou Reed,
JFA,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cal Tjader,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Blackbyrds,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Stooges,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.