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 Taiwan and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Calgary.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Anthony Braxton to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Oneida,
Nas,
Rapeman,
X-102,
The Grass Roots,
Zero Boys,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lightning Bolt,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Altered Images,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pierre Henry,
ABC,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Curtis Mayfield,
48th St. Collective,
Siglo XX,
Smog,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bush Tetras,
Hardrive,
Subhumans,
MC5,
Mandrill,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lungfish,
Y Pants,
Jandek,
The Dirtbombs,
Excepter,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sällskapet,
the Sonics,
The New Christs,
Newcleus,
The Offenders,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Moody Blues,
Blake Baxter,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gastr Del Sol,
MDC,
Kayak,
Freddie Wadling,
Erykah Badu,
Motorama,
Drexciya,
Nirvana,
Trumans Water,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Black Moon,
Brass Construction,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Janne Schatter,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
DJ Sneak,
Hot Snakes,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.