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 Uzbekistan and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Accadde A to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force 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 '70s.
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 Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Qualms,
Anthony Braxton,
Arab on Radar,
Fat Boys,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
K-Klass,
The Names,
Subhumans,
Joensuu 1685,
Sandy B,
Fatback Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Fela Kuti,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gregory Isaacs,
Avey Tare,
Donald Byrd,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Black Flag,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Derrick Morgan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Skriet,
The Fuzztones,
Alton Ellis,
Zero Boys,
Neil Young,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Faust,
Suicide,
Angry Samoans,
Circle Jerks,
MDC,
Fear,
Alphaville,
the Soft Cell,
F. McDonald,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Smog,
Gang Green,
The Offenders,
Harry Pussy,
Duran Duran,
Schoolly D,
Quantec,
The Tremeloes,
Technova,
Eli Mardock,
L. Decosne,
Organ,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sällskapet,
The Flesh Eaters,
Goldenarms,
Essential Logic,
Neu!,
Royal Trux,
Young Marble Giants,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.