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 Cameroon and from Lyon.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 David Bowie 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the grime 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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
The Blues Magoos,
Flash Fearless,
New Age Steppers,
Lyres,
Delta 5,
Underground Resistance,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Soft Machine,
Panda Bear,
John Foxx,
Funky Four + One,
Intrusion,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Neu!,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Davy DMX,
B.T. Express,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mad Mike,
The Star Department,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Agent Orange,
Archie Shepp,
Max Romeo,
Gregory Isaacs,
Robert Wyatt,
Harry Pussy,
Electric Prunes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lee Hazlewood,
Joyce Sims,
Basic Channel,
The Fuzztones,
Kas Product,
The Knickerbockers,
Eden Ahbez,
Morten Harket,
the Germs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Amazonics,
The Vogues,
The Fortunes,
Jawbox,
Pierre Henry,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Das Ding,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Heaven 17,
Youth Brigade,
The Real Kids,
Eurythmics,
Judy Mowatt,
The Modern Lovers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Joe Smooth,
Monolake,
Bobby Sherman,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mark Hollis,
Cecil Taylor,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.