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 Kuwait and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the organ 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 Glambeats Corp. to the dance 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
The Shadows of Knight,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Smiths,
James White and The Blacks,
Scrapy,
Groovy Waters,
Wally Richardson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Monolake,
Joensuu 1685,
Grey Daturas,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Barbara Tucker,
Blancmange,
X-102,
Sexual Harrassment,
Crime,
The Motions,
Barry Ungar,
Bill Near,
Crispy Ambulance,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bobby Womack,
The Star Department,
Josef K,
Q and Not U,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Iggy Pop,
Bobby Hutcherson,
David Axelrod,
Todd Rundgren,
Crispian St. Peters,
This Heat,
Isaac Hayes,
The Durutti Column,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Joey Negro,
Flipper,
DJ Style,
Intrusion,
Rapeman,
DNA,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Don Cherry,
The Move,
Colin Newman,
The Real Kids,
Al Stewart,
Metal Thangz,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Byron Stingily,
Massinfluence,
Stockholm Monsters,
Section 25,
Alton Ellis,
Robert Wyatt,
Ludus,
Sparks,
the Normal,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.