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 Qatar and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 guitar 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 Tomorrow to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Kinks,
Yazoo,
Sixth Finger,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Vainqueur,
Los Fastidios,
Nils Olav,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eli Mardock,
Amazonics,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Anakelly,
Kaleidoscope,
Minor Threat,
Deakin,
The Blues Magoos,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Urselle,
Jeru the Damaja,
Procol Harum,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eden Ahbez,
James White and The Blacks,
Juan Atkins,
Quadrant,
Dawn Penn,
Hardrive,
Pole,
The Cure,
Scratch Acid,
Bobby Byrd,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Hashim,
In Retrospect,
The Gories,
Pere Ubu,
DJ Sneak,
Organ,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bootsy Collins,
Josef K,
The Beau Brummels,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Joy Division,
Mandrill,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Todd Terry,
Zapp,
Avey Tare,
The Real Kids,
KRS-One,
The Associates,
Underground Resistance,
Man Parrish,
Ossler,
Aural Exciters,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.