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 San Marino and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Toronto.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the marimba 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 MDC to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Ultra Naté,
The Blues Magoos,
Stockholm Monsters,
Camberwell Now,
Big Daddy Kane,
Boredoms,
Nils Olav,
R.M.O.,
Kenny Larkin,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Wasted Youth,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gang Starr,
Agitation Free,
Eric Dolphy,
Mark Hollis,
Wings,
Japan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Mojo Men,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Patti Smith,
The J.B.'s,
Nas,
Altered Images,
Joe Finger,
The Happenings,
Can,
The Saints,
The Monks,
Ituana,
Index,
Aural Exciters,
Khruangbin,
Derrick Morgan,
The Detroit Cobras,
MC5,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Slits,
Ken Boothe,
John Cale,
Depeche Mode,
The Offenders,
Funky Four + One,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Monolake,
Electric Prunes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Moss Icon,
Pussy Galore,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Association,
Chris & Cosey,
Amazonics,
Masters at Work,
Josef K,
The Gladiators,
AZ,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.