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 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Tomorrow to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Bauhaus,
Liliput,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Au Pairs,
Television,
Flash Fearless,
Gang Starr,
The Trojans,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Sonics,
Interpol,
The Count Five,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Icehouse,
Junior Murvin,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Khruangbin,
Patti Smith,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Saints,
The Happenings,
Shuggie Otis,
Mandrill,
Joe Finger,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Anakelly,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Radio Birdman,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marc Almond,
Davy DMX,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Fire Engines,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Last Poets,
The Invisible,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jandek,
The Remains,
This Heat,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Skatalites,
Lalann,
Camberwell Now,
Grandmaster Flash,
Soul Sonic Force,
Section 25,
Bush Tetras,
Q and Not U,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lyres,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Iggy Pop,
Pierre Henry,
Aural Exciters,
Depeche Mode,
Juan Atkins,
CMW,
Barclay James Harvest,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.