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 Sri Lanka and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Curtis Mayfield to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Brick,
Rufus Thomas,
Marvin Gaye,
D'Angelo,
Scrapy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jandek,
This Heat,
Donald Byrd,
The Leaves,
Whodini,
The Toasters,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Angry Samoans,
Eric B and Rakim,
Janne Schatter,
Piero Umiliani,
Y Pants,
Monolake,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ossler,
JFA,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Toni Rubio,
Erykah Badu,
Max Romeo,
Clear Light,
Dark Day,
Johnny Osbourne,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Amazonics,
Qualms,
Slave,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Black Dice,
The American Breed,
Accadde A,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Adolescents,
Steve Hackett,
Scientists,
Crime,
Sixth Finger,
The Human League,
Boz Scaggs,
The Cure,
Blake Baxter,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ronnie Foster,
Wally Richardson,
Alphaville,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Warsaw,
Zapp,
Idris Muhammad,
Black Sheep,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.