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 Mexico and from Taipei.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gichy Dan to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Neu!,
Adolescents,
Amon Düül II,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kerri Chandler,
Faraquet,
48th St. Collective,
Lalo Schifrin,
DNA,
Black Pus,
Massinfluence,
Andrew Hill,
Kurtis Blow,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Prince Buster,
Lalann,
The American Breed,
Kayak,
Grandmaster Flash,
Black Moon,
Rapeman,
Moss Icon,
Soulsonic Force,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
John Coltrane,
Susan Cadogan,
Sex Pistols,
Josef K,
X-102,
Soul II Soul,
Godley & Creme,
Glenn Branca,
The Cosmic Jokers,
cv313,
China Crisis,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bang On A Can,
Index,
Tomorrow,
Mr. Review,
Bootsy Collins,
Roxette,
Cal Tjader,
The Move,
Ultra Naté,
Archie Shepp,
The Searchers,
The Divine Comedy,
Warren Ellis,
Laurel Aitken,
The Stooges,
Make Up,
Letta Mbulu,
Sixth Finger,
Fear,
Metal Thangz,
Animal Collective,
Matthew Halsall,
Ohio Players,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.