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 Paraguay and from Mexico City.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 spring reverb 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 Curtis Mayfield to the jazz 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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Zeros,
Pagans,
The Last Poets,
Carl Craig,
Nik Kershaw,
Fat Boys,
New York Dolls,
Talk Talk,
the Normal,
Ultimate Spinach,
Symarip,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Albert Ayler,
The Tremeloes,
Gabor Szabo,
Yellowson,
The Gun Club,
Neil Young,
Essential Logic,
Black Sheep,
Isaac Hayes,
Unrelated Segments,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Flesh Eaters,
Agent Orange,
Agitation Free,
The Modern Lovers,
Depeche Mode,
Funky Four + One,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Divine Comedy,
Pere Ubu,
Ultra Naté,
The Slits,
The Buckinghams,
Angry Samoans,
The Wake,
Japan,
the Bar-Kays,
The Real Kids,
Quando Quango,
Minutemen,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kayak,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Black Bananas,
June Days,
Television,
Cheater Slicks,
Mr. Review,
ABC,
Circle Jerks,
Skarface,
Pantaleimon,
Archie Shepp,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tubeway Army,
The Slackers,
Derrick Morgan,
Maleditus Sound,
Jeff Lynne,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.