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 Equatorial Guinea and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 arpeggiator 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 Nico to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Cal Tjader,
Robert Görl,
Morten Harket,
Angry Samoans,
Ten City,
Skaos,
Johnny Osbourne,
B.T. Express,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dawn Penn,
Warsaw,
Spoonie Gee,
Crime,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Misunderstood,
Ultra Naté,
Sexual Harrassment,
Barry Ungar,
Amon Düül,
Ludus,
Yusef Lateef,
Bobbi Humphrey,
La Düsseldorf,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Monolake,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Danielle Patucci,
Jacob Miller,
Barclay James Harvest,
Livin' Joy,
The Gun Club,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pet Shop Boys,
Simply Red,
Letta Mbulu,
Matthew Halsall,
Basic Channel,
Theoretical Girls,
Rod Modell,
Pierre Henry,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Inner City,
Marc Almond,
D'Angelo,
The Gap Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fluxion,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Thee Headcoats,
Rapeman,
The Fire Engines,
Rotary Connection,
Lalo Schifrin,
Boz Scaggs,
Alison Limerick,
Terry Callier,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rufus Thomas,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.