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 El Salvador and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Stockholm.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Black Sheep to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Isaac Hayes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
These Immortal Souls,
Lightning Bolt,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Robert Wyatt,
DNA,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bluetip,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
FM Einheit,
New Order,
10cc,
Clear Light,
Radiohead,
Rotary Connection,
Piero Umiliani,
Public Image Ltd.,
David Axelrod,
Joe Smooth,
Radio Birdman,
Howard Jones,
The Star Department,
Godley & Creme,
Blossom Toes,
John Holt,
Pantaleimon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Smiths,
Roger Hodgson,
Rosa Yemen,
Hashim,
MDC,
Fear,
Spoonie Gee,
One Last Wish,
Bobby Byrd,
Mark Hollis,
Yellowson,
The Angels of Light,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Babytalk,
Thompson Twins,
Goldenarms,
The Moleskins,
Suicide,
Monolake,
Glenn Branca,
cv313,
Toni Rubio,
Albert Ayler,
X-Ray Spex,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Liliput,
John Coltrane,
The Golliwogs,
Susan Cadogan,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.