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 Tuvalu and from Bremen.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Carl Craig to the funk 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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Don Cherry,
Moby Grape,
Lou Christie,
Ronnie Foster,
The Knickerbockers,
Khruangbin,
The Beau Brummels,
Amazonics,
Faraquet,
Boredoms,
Erasure,
Public Enemy,
The Wake,
Michelle Simonal,
Todd Rundgren,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Camberwell Now,
K-Klass,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Motions,
X-Ray Spex,
Oneida,
Ultimate Spinach,
Scientists,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Roger Hodgson,
Boz Scaggs,
Bill Near,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Black Pus,
Pulsallama,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Durutti Column,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lalann,
Darondo,
The Selecter,
T. Rex,
Jesper Dahlback,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Joensuu 1685,
Rod Modell,
The Remains,
Scrapy,
The Angels of Light,
The Names,
the Bar-Kays,
Suburban Knight,
The Divine Comedy,
Television,
Can,
Simply Red,
Peter & Gordon,
Symarip,
Livin' Joy,
Smog,
UT,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.