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 Ethiopia and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 rhodes 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 Sun Ra to the grime 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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. 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?
Henry Cow,
Nick Fraelich,
China Crisis,
Theoretical Girls,
Prince Buster,
Davy DMX,
Bobby Byrd,
Joensuu 1685,
The Detroit Cobras,
Infiniti,
The Kinks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Toni Rubio,
DNA,
OOIOO,
Althea and Donna,
World's Most,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jesper Dahlback,
Public Enemy,
Newcleus,
Television Personalities,
Ludus,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Blues Magoos,
Jacques Brel,
Jeru the Damaja,
Shoche,
Fat Boys,
The Count Five,
Lindisfarne,
Todd Terry,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eurythmics,
Pulsallama,
The Saints,
The Toasters,
The Moody Blues,
Harry Pussy,
Rekid,
FM Einheit,
The Busters,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nils Olav,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fugazi,
Guru Guru,
Electric Prunes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Seeds,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Happenings,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Model 500,
Marvin Gaye,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.