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 Colombia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manchester.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 H. Thieme to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Cecil Taylor,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marmalade,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Faust,
Black Moon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Trojans,
John Lydon,
Vainqueur,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Soft Cell,
Agitation Free,
Nils Olav,
The Gun Club,
PIL,
Lindisfarne,
Moby Grape,
The J.B.'s,
Talk Talk,
Ornette Coleman,
Stiv Bators,
Brand Nubian,
Sarah Menescal,
Sight & Sound,
Pere Ubu,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Mummies,
Animal Collective,
Kerrie Biddell,
Hoover,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
H. Thieme,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
K-Klass,
Intrusion,
Soul II Soul,
Fela Kuti,
The Stooges,
Soft Cell,
Nation of Ulysses,
Roxette,
Pagans,
Scott Walker,
Quantec,
Pantytec,
The Dave Clark Five,
Alice Coltrane,
Tears for Fears,
Crispian St. Peters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
U.S. Maple,
Alton Ellis,
Little Man,
The Names,
Newcleus,
Yazoo,
Negative Approach,
Suicide,
Chrome,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.