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 Sweden and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Seoul.
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 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 Scion to the electroclash 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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible 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 '90s.
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 Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Faust,
Monks,
Colin Newman,
Curtis Mayfield,
Robert Wyatt,
Bush Tetras,
Ice-T,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Donald Byrd,
The Raincoats,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Hashim,
Crispian St. Peters,
Agitation Free,
Ohio Players,
Parry Music,
Talk Talk,
Albert Ayler,
Simply Red,
Funkadelic,
X-102,
Massinfluence,
Harpers Bizarre,
KRS-One,
Guru Guru,
Symarip,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Monks,
Yaz,
The Shadows of Knight,
Electric Prunes,
Pantaleimon,
Terry Callier,
Das Ding,
Sonic Youth,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Todd Rundgren,
Eden Ahbez,
Swans,
Lalann,
Peter and Kerry,
The Gladiators,
Arcadia,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cal Tjader,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gabor Szabo,
The Gun Club,
Man Parrish,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fear,
Shoche,
Harry Pussy,
Sun Ra,
The Sound,
The Mighty Diamonds,
DJ Sneak,
Can,
Laurel Aitken,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.