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 Poland 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Sight & Sound to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Offenders,
Joy Division,
Jeru the Damaja,
Trumans Water,
Tommy Roe,
Hoover,
Eddi Front,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dave Gahan,
The Remains,
Japan,
Neu!,
Ash Ra Tempel,
DNA,
Althea and Donna,
Lungfish,
The Real Kids,
Newcleus,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Five Americans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Flesh Eaters,
Oneida,
Minor Threat,
Roger Hodgson,
Intrusion,
Pharoah Sanders,
X-Ray Spex,
Television,
Eurythmics,
The Evens,
Sarah Menescal,
Todd Rundgren,
Gang Starr,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Litter,
Leonard Cohen,
Cymande,
Stetsasonic,
Mantronix,
Grey Daturas,
EPMD,
Sixth Finger,
World's Most,
Dark Day,
Scion,
Ultimate Spinach,
Black Bananas,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Human League,
Funkadelic,
Avey Tare,
Aloha Tigers,
Brand Nubian,
Freddie Wadling,
Harry Pussy,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.