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 Lithuania and from Seoul.
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 Seoul and New York.
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 chamberlin 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 Audionom to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tim Buckley,
Pole,
Arcadia,
Soulsonic Force,
Intrusion,
New Age Steppers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Visage,
Das Ding,
Altered Images,
Popol Vuh,
Neil Young,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Soul Sonic Force,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Black Bananas,
10cc,
Crispian St. Peters,
Young Marble Giants,
Newcleus,
Moebius,
Kenny Larkin,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jerry's Kids,
Lower 48,
Pantaleimon,
The Skatalites,
Joyce Sims,
T. Rex,
Pylon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Royal Trux,
Siglo XX,
The Invisible,
Tomorrow,
Rotary Connection,
Goldenarms,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Residents,
Eric B and Rakim,
Angry Samoans,
MC5,
Faraquet,
Aloha Tigers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Gap Band,
Infiniti,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Kinks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Whodini,
Spoonie Gee,
Fatback Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ultra Naté,
Brand Nubian,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.