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 Nepal and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 David Axelrod to the disco 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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Peter & Gordon,
AZ,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Grauzone,
Ronan,
The Zeros,
Smog,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Fire Engines,
Audionom,
Fluxion,
Sun Ra,
Eve St. Jones,
cv313,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Human League,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Iggy Pop,
T.S.O.L.,
Qualms,
Throbbing Gristle,
kango's stein massive,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ronnie Foster,
Procol Harum,
Monolake,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jeff Mills,
Heaven 17,
The Walker Brothers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Siglo XX,
Thee Headcoats,
The Cramps,
Index,
Lower 48,
Yazoo,
Laurel Aitken,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Boogie Down Productions,
Khruangbin,
Radiohead,
Gastr Del Sol,
Henry Cow,
Reuben Wilson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marmalade,
Kayak,
Josef K,
The Last Poets,
The Black Dice,
Mantronix,
Arcadia,
Camouflage,
Jandek,
Sam Rivers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gang Green,
The Velvet Underground,
Whodini,
Desert Stars,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.