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 Barbados and from Madrid.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Skatalites to the grime 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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Sarah Menescal,
Lucky Dragons,
Lungfish,
Royal Trux,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Kinks,
Wolf Eyes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kenny Larkin,
Harry Pussy,
The Evens,
Crooked Eye,
Glambeats Corp.,
Judy Mowatt,
Fear,
Sun Ra,
Patti Smith,
Symarip,
The Raincoats,
Scott Walker,
Cal Tjader,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
New York Dolls,
Black Sheep,
Unrelated Segments,
Maurizio,
Carl Craig,
The Blackbyrds,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Moleskins,
Scratch Acid,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jawbox,
X-102,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Walker Brothers,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Soft Cell,
The Grass Roots,
Suburban Knight,
Soft Machine,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Skaos,
Moebius,
Althea and Donna,
Lalo Schifrin,
Anakelly,
Lightning Bolt,
Bang On A Can,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Birthday Party,
Sun City Girls,
The Busters,
Roxy Music,
Outsiders,
Country Teasers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
T.S.O.L.,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.