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 Italy and from Bologna.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 güiro 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 Rufus Thomas to the rap 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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Fatback Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Darondo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tim Buckley,
The Dead C,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Cramps,
Pussy Galore,
U.S. Maple,
Boz Scaggs,
Don Cherry,
New Order,
Saccharine Trust,
Pulsallama,
Hoover,
Procol Harum,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Livin' Joy,
Rekid,
Funky Four + One,
Qualms,
Suicide,
Stockholm Monsters,
Albert Ayler,
Pharoah Sanders,
Blossom Toes,
Howard Jones,
Alphaville,
Basic Channel,
Arcadia,
Moss Icon,
The Five Americans,
Jacob Miller,
Heaven 17,
Angry Samoans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Techniques,
Yusef Lateef,
Popol Vuh,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ludus,
Bill Near,
Ultravox,
Quantec,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Swans,
8 Eyed Spy,
Marmalade,
Crispian St. Peters,
Junior Murvin,
The Grass Roots,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kurtis Blow,
Brick,
Erasure,
DNA,
Camberwell Now,
China Crisis,
Fluxion,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.
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.