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 Norway and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Altered Images to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
cv313,
B.T. Express,
The United States of America,
The Selecter,
The Fall,
Nico,
Kevin Saunderson,
Procol Harum,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Warsaw,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Skaos,
Wire,
Silicon Teens,
Lungfish,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ludus,
The Sonics,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eddi Front,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Zeros,
Archie Shepp,
Saccharine Trust,
Funky Four + One,
Wasted Youth,
John Coltrane,
Khruangbin,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sixth Finger,
Vainqueur,
Eden Ahbez,
Matthew Bourne,
Oblivians,
The Slits,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gichy Dan,
Can,
The Neon Judgement,
Alison Limerick,
The Stooges,
Half Japanese,
Judy Mowatt,
Black Bananas,
MDC,
Kurtis Blow,
The Associates,
Tres Demented,
Chris & Cosey,
Minor Threat,
Dual Sessions,
Swans,
Negative Approach,
48th St. Collective,
Alton Ellis,
The Moody Blues,
Yaz,
Agent Orange,
Flipper,
Reagan Youth,
Bluetip,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.