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 Monaco 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 sitar 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 Robert Hood to the techno 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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Pierre Henry,
Panda Bear,
Bizarre Inc.,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Iggy Pop,
Lungfish,
Sandy B,
New York Dolls,
The Misunderstood,
Kaleidoscope,
Adolescents,
D'Angelo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Intrusion,
Ultravox,
Don Cherry,
Ralphi Rosario,
Second Layer,
The Remains,
Blake Baxter,
The Cure,
Cluster,
Erasure,
Lakeside,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sam Rivers,
Bobby Sherman,
Saccharine Trust,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Seeds,
Siglo XX,
Nation of Ulysses,
Drive Like Jehu,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sonny Sharrock,
Desert Stars,
Stetsasonic,
Lalann,
Kerri Chandler,
Bob Dylan,
Index,
Masters at Work,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
James White and The Blacks,
The Selecter,
Spandau Ballet,
The Pretty Things,
LL Cool J,
The Busters,
Kurtis Blow,
Mantronix,
Pantytec,
Accadde A,
Metal Thangz,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Warren Ellis,
Arab on Radar,
Nirvana,
Japan,
Dorothy Ashby,
Roy Ayers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.