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 Switzerland and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 arpeggiator 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 The Last Poets to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stockholm Monsters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Newcleus,
Fugazi,
Nation of Ulysses,
Alton Ellis,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nas,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Qualms,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Blancmange,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Masters at Work,
Monolake,
Sixth Finger,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Black Sheep,
The Fortunes,
Ronan,
Echospace,
Harry Pussy,
Althea and Donna,
Spoonie Gee,
Magma,
Thompson Twins,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bizarre Inc.,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fluxion,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Banda Bassotti,
Nico,
Model 500,
Amon Düül,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Soul II Soul,
Graham Central Station,
Crooked Eye,
Bill Wells,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nik Kershaw,
Moby Grape,
Amon Düül II,
Kas Product,
Visage,
The Residents,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Agitation Free,
Livin' Joy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Basic Channel,
Barry Ungar,
F. McDonald,
Franke,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Carl Craig,
Roxette,
the Human League,
Iggy Pop,
Erykah Badu,
Lou Reed,
Isaac Hayes,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.