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 Oman and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Yellowson 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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Livin' Joy,
The Grass Roots,
Moss Icon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bizarre Inc.,
Laurel Aitken,
Buzzcocks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Residents,
the Fania All-Stars,
Animal Collective,
Harmonia,
Pharoah Sanders,
Babytalk,
Radiopuhelimet,
Robert Wyatt,
Sparks,
The Vogues,
Section 25,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Blues Magoos,
Half Japanese,
Fugazi,
Dark Day,
Duran Duran,
The Slits,
Todd Terry,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Stooges,
Bobby Byrd,
Juan Atkins,
Bauhaus,
Scion,
Derrick Morgan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Hardrive,
AZ,
Aswad,
Zero Boys,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Royal Trux,
The Gun Club,
The Monochrome Set,
The Barracudas,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eve St. Jones,
Hot Snakes,
The J.B.'s,
Minor Threat,
Max Romeo,
The Sonics,
Althea and Donna,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Heaven 17,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.