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 Swaziland and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Electric Prunes to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Crooked Eye,
The Fugs,
Jeff Mills,
Crime,
Gil Scott Heron,
Japan,
Agent Orange,
Aaron Thompson,
Agitation Free,
Kenny Larkin,
Steve Hackett,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fat Boys,
Jacob Miller,
Faust,
Blossom Toes,
Lindisfarne,
Bauhaus,
Banda Bassotti,
Saccharine Trust,
Pylon,
Jawbox,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Roger Hodgson,
The Grass Roots,
Black Flag,
The Blackbyrds,
Liliput,
The Last Poets,
Quadrant,
Wasted Youth,
Rapeman,
Cybotron,
Lakeside,
AZ,
David McCallum,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
K-Klass,
Tim Buckley,
Tubeway Army,
Make Up,
Kurtis Blow,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Doobie Brothers,
Susan Cadogan,
Magma,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Archie Shepp,
Gang Starr,
Fad Gadget,
The Five Americans,
DNA,
The Raincoats,
Drexciya,
Crash Course in Science,
Hardrive,
Moss Icon,
Alton Ellis,
Loose Ends,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.