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 Seychelles and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Red Krayola to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Delta 5,
Sandy B,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
One Last Wish,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lightning Bolt,
Malaria!,
Slick Rick,
L. Decosne,
E-Dancer,
Lalann,
The Toasters,
The Searchers,
Byron Stingily,
Soft Machine,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Reagan Youth,
Blossom Toes,
Niagra,
Radio Birdman,
Al Stewart,
Alison Limerick,
Joe Smooth,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dual Sessions,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rakim,
Metal Thangz,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Freddie Wadling,
New Order,
Outsiders,
Iggy Pop,
R.M.O.,
Icehouse,
The J.B.'s,
Amon Düül II,
Alice Coltrane,
Brand Nubian,
Girls At Our Best!,
Warren Ellis,
Siglo XX,
Robert Hood,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Smiths,
Roxette,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Derrick May,
Scan 7,
World's Most,
Fela Kuti,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.