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 Honduras and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Cairo.
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 mellotron 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 Unwound to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Cal Tjader,
Zapp,
Urselle,
Newcleus,
Cameo,
The Neon Judgement,
The Residents,
E-Dancer,
The Black Dice,
Yazoo,
Aaron Thompson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Peter and Kerry,
Michelle Simonal,
The Kinks,
New Order,
EPMD,
Pantytec,
Althea and Donna,
Mission of Burma,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ultra Naté,
Ronnie Foster,
OOIOO,
the Association,
The Star Department,
Franke,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lalann,
Pulsallama,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Matthew Halsall,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Echospace,
Neil Young,
Jerry's Kids,
Connie Case,
Icehouse,
Gong,
Scion,
Jeru the Damaja,
Soft Cell,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Moody Blues,
Nico,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Graham Central Station,
The Gories,
The Cramps,
Wally Richardson,
The Slackers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Radiopuhelimet,
Andrew Hill,
Adolescents,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dawn Penn,
The Fortunes,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.