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 South Africa and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 theremin 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 Scientists to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Derrick Morgan,
Main Source,
Panda Bear,
Siglo XX,
Stereo Dub,
Flipper,
The Fuzztones,
The Trojans,
John Lydon,
New York Dolls,
Gil Scott Heron,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Arthur Verocai,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Young Marble Giants,
The Five Americans,
Eli Mardock,
the Association,
Gang Starr,
Bill Wells,
Japan,
Adolescents,
The Grass Roots,
Circle Jerks,
Monolake,
Leonard Cohen,
Jimmy McGriff,
Faust,
Slick Rick,
Piero Umiliani,
John Holt,
Pantytec,
Erykah Badu,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Warren Ellis,
Pussy Galore,
The Buckinghams,
Can,
The Knickerbockers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pharoah Sanders,
Unwound,
Graham Central Station,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Soul Sonic Force,
Todd Terry,
E-Dancer,
Index,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gong,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pylon,
a-ha,
A Certain Ratio,
Kenny Larkin,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Reuben Wilson,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.