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 Suriname and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 guitar 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 Bang On A Can to the crunk 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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Prince Buster,
The Music Machine,
Albert Ayler,
Iggy Pop,
X-101,
Fluxion,
Rotary Connection,
Wolf Eyes,
Barbara Tucker,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Brick,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bad Manners,
Scott Walker,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Toasters,
X-Ray Spex,
Blossom Toes,
DJ Sneak,
The Human League,
A Certain Ratio,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Derrick May,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gang Green,
Steve Hackett,
Masters at Work,
R.M.O.,
Youth Brigade,
Stetsasonic,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
AZ,
Half Japanese,
Bobby Sherman,
Ossler,
Rufus Thomas,
The Knickerbockers,
Tommy Roe,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Buzzcocks,
David Bowie,
Amazonics,
Judy Mowatt,
Nas,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Seeds,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Hashim,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Banda Bassotti,
Malaria!,
Wings,
Robert Wyatt,
The Dirtbombs,
Rekid,
New Age Steppers,
These Immortal Souls,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jeru the Damaja,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.