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 Kosovo and from London.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 marimba 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes 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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Cecil Taylor,
Essential Logic,
The Moody Blues,
Tropical Tobacco,
Loose Ends,
Groovy Waters,
Lalo Schifrin,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Pretty Things,
Isaac Hayes,
Negative Approach,
Rakim,
Connie Case,
Underground Resistance,
Dennis Brown,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mr. Review,
John Coltrane,
La Düsseldorf,
Sugar Minott,
Livin' Joy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Unwound,
Fort Wilson Riot,
EPMD,
Joe Finger,
Sister Nancy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Icehouse,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
David McCallum,
Newcleus,
Scott Walker,
The Music Machine,
Intrusion,
Grauzone,
This Heat,
Echospace,
The Fall,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
R.M.O.,
Brick,
Make Up,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Mojo Men,
A Certain Ratio,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Hasil Adkins,
The Human League,
Pere Ubu,
Ornette Coleman,
Magazine,
Al Stewart,
David Axelrod,
One Last Wish,
Absolute Body Control,
Nik Kershaw,
Be Bop Deluxe,
New York Dolls,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.