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 Latvia 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 the Association to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Althea and Donna,
Depeche Mode,
Man Eating Sloth,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Johnny Osbourne,
Crash Course in Science,
10cc,
Cal Tjader,
Eric Copeland,
The Doors,
Pharoah Sanders,
John Coltrane,
The Selecter,
The Victims,
kango's stein massive,
Khruangbin,
Alison Limerick,
Lower 48,
Harry Pussy,
Sun Ra,
The Blues Magoos,
Jeff Mills,
Ornette Coleman,
L. Decosne,
The Martian,
Funky Four + One,
Barbara Tucker,
Morten Harket,
Eddi Front,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Freddie Wadling,
Liliput,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Faraquet,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Robert Wyatt,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Normal,
The Slackers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cecil Taylor,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Index,
Maurizio,
Fluxion,
Sex Pistols,
Icehouse,
Sonic Youth,
Model 500,
Ronnie Foster,
Juan Atkins,
Sixth Finger,
Robert Hood,
The Dirtbombs,
Avey Tare,
Deakin,
Tim Buckley,
Graham Central Station,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.