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 Guinea-Bissau and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sam Rivers to the electroclash 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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ten City,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Quantec,
Derrick Morgan,
The Durutti Column,
Eric B and Rakim,
Soul Sonic Force,
Matthew Halsall,
CMW,
Newcleus,
The Moody Blues,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dawn Penn,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Amon Düül II,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Seeds,
The Residents,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Das Ding,
Icehouse,
Cal Tjader,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Drexciya,
John Lydon,
EPMD,
Duran Duran,
Michelle Simonal,
The Stooges,
Buzzcocks,
Rosa Yemen,
Liliput,
Mars,
June Days,
Harry Pussy,
LL Cool J,
Archie Shepp,
The Vogues,
X-Ray Spex,
The Litter,
Livin' Joy,
Soulsonic Force,
Alison Limerick,
Eve St. Jones,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Hashim,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rapeman,
DJ Sneak,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cymande,
Robert Wyatt,
Motorama,
Section 25,
Nico,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Dirtbombs,
Television,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.