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 Guyana and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 oboe 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 Groovy Waters to the techno 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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Leonard Cohen,
Hasil Adkins,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Human League,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bronski Beat,
Sun City Girls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Janne Schatter,
Urselle,
Organ,
Rapeman,
The Fuzztones,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Oblivians,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Avey Tare,
New Age Steppers,
Carl Craig,
Maurizio,
Yazoo,
Cluster,
Sixth Finger,
Stetsasonic,
ABC,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lee Hazlewood,
Howard Jones,
Peter and Kerry,
Davy DMX,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
New York Dolls,
Roxette,
Tres Demented,
Crispy Ambulance,
David Axelrod,
Faraquet,
Moby Grape,
Skaos,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gang Green,
The Associates,
The Grass Roots,
Bizarre Inc.,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Half Japanese,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Susan Cadogan,
Donny Hathaway,
Grandmaster Flash,
Main Source,
Erykah Badu,
This Heat,
Oneida,
Sexual Harrassment,
Reagan Youth,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.