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 Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pharoah Sanders to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian 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?
Curtis Mayfield,
Traffic Nightmare,
Danielle Patucci,
The Move,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pantytec,
The Monochrome Set,
Warren Ellis,
Joe Smooth,
the Slits,
Delta 5,
The Fugs,
The Mummies,
The Selecter,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Liliput,
The Gladiators,
Ultimate Spinach,
Barrington Levy,
Amon Düül,
Thee Headcoats,
Gichy Dan,
Schoolly D,
Ice-T,
Kas Product,
Sun City Girls,
Warsaw,
the Swans,
Al Stewart,
Nick Fraelich,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nils Olav,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Offenders,
H. Thieme,
John Holt,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Bar-Kays,
Mars,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bobby Sherman,
Parry Music,
Grauzone,
Lou Reed,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
DNA,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Slackers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kayak,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Oblivians,
Model 500,
Chris Corsano,
Severed Heads,
Bauhaus,
Lucky Dragons,
The Young Rascals,
KRS-One,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bizarre Inc.,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.