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 Madagascar and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Delhi.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Magma to the dance 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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Franke,
Pet Shop Boys,
This Heat,
Vainqueur,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Wings,
Main Source,
Black Pus,
Eric Dolphy,
Glambeats Corp.,
The J.B.'s,
Television,
John Lydon,
Silicon Teens,
Aaron Thompson,
T. Rex,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Blackbyrds,
Von Mondo,
Reuben Wilson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Junior Murvin,
Mandrill,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Severed Heads,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Black Dice,
John Foxx,
Panda Bear,
Negative Approach,
Sugar Minott,
Scientists,
Maleditus Sound,
Ohio Players,
X-101,
Stereo Dub,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Gladiators,
Hoover,
Slave,
Altered Images,
Pole,
OOIOO,
Ituana,
Rekid,
Marvin Gaye,
Matthew Bourne,
Connie Case,
Jawbox,
The Dirtbombs,
The Smoke,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ultravox,
MC5,
Das Ding,
The Misunderstood,
World's Most,
Erykah Badu,
Soft Machine,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.