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 Singapore and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 organ 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 the Bar-Kays to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Whodini,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dark Day,
The Star Department,
Mr. Review,
Avey Tare,
The Residents,
Icehouse,
Leonard Cohen,
One Last Wish,
The Fire Engines,
Prince Buster,
Technova,
Hasil Adkins,
The Trojans,
Bob Dylan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Surgeon,
Kevin Saunderson,
John Coltrane,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Duran Duran,
Saccharine Trust,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Sonics,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dawn Penn,
Donald Byrd,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Josef K,
Wire,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Country Teasers,
Mad Mike,
Faraquet,
Kerrie Biddell,
Peter and Kerry,
Spoonie Gee,
Bill Wells,
Rufus Thomas,
The Gories,
Theoretical Girls,
Tropical Tobacco,
Con Funk Shun,
Black Moon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Soul Sonic Force,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Raincoats,
R.M.O.,
Bauhaus,
The Saints,
Sam Rivers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Names,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Alarm Clocks,
Arab on Radar,
Kerri Chandler,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.