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 Montenegro and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bologna.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Loose Ends to the rap 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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Scan 7,
Qualms,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sugar Minott,
Saccharine Trust,
Audionom,
Grauzone,
Oneida,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Johnny Osbourne,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Aaron Thompson,
Gang of Four,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sällskapet,
the Association,
Ohio Players,
Amon Düül,
Infiniti,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
X-101,
Bauhaus,
Zapp,
The Blues Magoos,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Don Cherry,
Aloha Tigers,
Shuggie Otis,
Bill Wells,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ronan,
the Germs,
Lindisfarne,
Lalann,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Pretty Things,
Roxette,
The Offenders,
Radio Birdman,
Boz Scaggs,
Marvin Gaye,
The Angels of Light,
Electric Prunes,
Yellowson,
Outsiders,
Neil Young,
The Evens,
Archie Shepp,
Andrew Hill,
Gang Starr,
Robert Görl,
Rotary Connection,
Von Mondo,
Lower 48,
Arcadia,
Lou Reed,
Isaac Hayes,
The Zeros,
Anthony Braxton,
Godley & Creme,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.