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 Croatia and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Holger Czukay 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 Ice-T to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Cluster,
Surgeon,
Peter and Kerry,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cybotron,
Con Funk Shun,
Aaron Thompson,
New Age Steppers,
Vladislav Delay,
Sound Behaviour,
Gichy Dan,
Todd Terry,
Maleditus Sound,
The Flesh Eaters,
Joyce Sims,
Monolake,
Animal Collective,
The Seeds,
June of 44,
Index,
Boredoms,
Robert Hood,
Tubeway Army,
The Slits,
Tears for Fears,
Kerrie Biddell,
Q and Not U,
Inner City,
Al Stewart,
X-102,
Scan 7,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Minutemen,
The Dave Clark Five,
Chris & Cosey,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tommy Roe,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Slick Rick,
Crooked Eye,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jeru the Damaja,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Remains,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tres Demented,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Donald Byrd,
Theoretical Girls,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Arcadia,
Talk Talk,
Isaac Hayes,
The Fall,
Aural Exciters,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
T. Rex,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.