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 Peru and from Bremen.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lyon.
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 mellotron 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 Golliwogs to the electroclash 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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Dual Sessions,
Wings,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jeff Lynne,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Searchers,
The Associates,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Motorama,
Brothers Johnson,
The Five Americans,
Brass Construction,
Barbara Tucker,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bobby Sherman,
Lungfish,
Moss Icon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Saints,
Cybotron,
OOIOO,
Blake Baxter,
Fatback Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Alton Ellis,
the Association,
The Selecter,
Terrestrial Tones,
Yusef Lateef,
Yellowson,
New York Dolls,
Colin Newman,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Symarip,
Ten City,
Funky Four + One,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tubeway Army,
The Happenings,
Suburban Knight,
Leonard Cohen,
Blossom Toes,
Aloha Tigers,
Babytalk,
Soul Sonic Force,
Aural Exciters,
Bootsy Collins,
Pantaleimon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ice-T,
Dawn Penn,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
T.S.O.L.,
Slave,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jeff Mills,
UT,
Kayak,
Pagans,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.