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 Portugal and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lagos.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Negative Approach to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Theoretical Girls,
Funkadelic,
Magma,
Eric B and Rakim,
Johnny Clarke,
Fela Kuti,
Ultimate Spinach,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
UT,
DNA,
The Cowsills,
The Pretty Things,
Sonic Youth,
Newcleus,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Doors,
Flash Fearless,
Barry Ungar,
Black Sheep,
Ituana,
Brand Nubian,
Yaz,
The Misunderstood,
Josef K,
Audionom,
Bobby Womack,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Vainqueur,
Black Pus,
Patti Smith,
Lou Christie,
Can,
Tears for Fears,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Guru Guru,
The Index,
Lightning Bolt,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Scott Walker,
Bush Tetras,
The Busters,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
John Cale,
kango's stein massive,
Mantronix,
The Dirtbombs,
Quantec,
Alton Ellis,
Traffic Nightmare,
Camouflage,
Ponytail,
Derrick Morgan,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sam Rivers,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Five Americans,
The Mojo Men,
Eddi Front,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.