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 Botswana and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Smoke to the grunge 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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
a-ha,
Robert Wyatt,
Albert Ayler,
Whodini,
Marvin Gaye,
EPMD,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Black Moon,
Patti Smith,
The Gladiators,
Nico,
Hoover,
Reagan Youth,
Kas Product,
Sex Pistols,
Donny Hathaway,
Desert Stars,
The Pop Group,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
World's Most,
Minor Threat,
Wings,
The Young Rascals,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Zero Boys,
Lindisfarne,
Scrapy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sarah Menescal,
kango's stein massive,
Symarip,
Lebanon Hanover,
Amazonics,
Intrusion,
Connie Case,
the Human League,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Doors,
One Last Wish,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Quadrant,
Yusef Lateef,
Quantec,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
This Heat,
Goldenarms,
Das Ding,
Fluxion,
Johnny Osbourne,
Khruangbin,
Altered Images,
Ossler,
The J.B.'s,
The Associates,
Pharoah Sanders,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.