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 Norway and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the marimba 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 June Days to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Bob Dylan,
Jesper Dahlback,
Leonard Cohen,
Lucky Dragons,
Derrick May,
Faraquet,
Gang of Four,
Bluetip,
Monks,
Matthew Bourne,
The Alarm Clocks,
Organ,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scion,
Wally Richardson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Moby Grape,
Lou Christie,
Audionom,
Delon & Dalcan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Flamin' Groovies,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pulsallama,
a-ha,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Terry Callier,
Cluster,
Stereo Dub,
Pierre Henry,
Intrusion,
Robert Hood,
La Düsseldorf,
Danielle Patucci,
Byron Stingily,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Yazoo,
Excepter,
Bang On A Can,
The Residents,
Johnny Clarke,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kayak,
K-Klass,
Blake Baxter,
The Saints,
Q and Not U,
Model 500,
Das Ding,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Animal Collective,
Shuggie Otis,
Sparks,
Vainqueur,
Theoretical Girls,
the Bar-Kays,
Wire,
Mark Hollis,
Bobby Sherman,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.