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 Afghanistan and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Funkadelic to the grunge 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 Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Colin Newman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lyres,
Avey Tare,
Mars,
Amon Düül II,
Supertramp,
The Gap Band,
The Moleskins,
Sex Pistols,
Minnie Riperton,
Spandau Ballet,
Sun Ra,
Rotary Connection,
Roxy Music,
Scott Walker,
Essential Logic,
Terry Callier,
Fluxion,
Make Up,
T.S.O.L.,
The Move,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Leaves,
Schoolly D,
Parry Music,
Dead Boys,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Electric Prunes,
Panda Bear,
Matthew Bourne,
Infiniti,
Kevin Saunderson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Wire,
Magma,
Stetsasonic,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mad Mike,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
D'Angelo,
Radiopuhelimet,
Oneida,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Unwound,
Aloha Tigers,
Fear,
Lower 48,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sonny Sharrock,
Deepchord,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Little Man,
Quando Quango,
The Raincoats,
Smog,
Bill Near,
The Wake,
Kurtis Blow,
Clear Light,
Iggy Pop,
Khruangbin,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.