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 Argentina and from Lagos.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 theremin 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 Deadbeat to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Drive Like Jehu,
Chrome,
Spoonie Gee,
The Black Dice,
Amazonics,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cameo,
Subhumans,
Gichy Dan,
Bizarre Inc.,
Iggy Pop,
Wally Richardson,
Procol Harum,
Kaleidoscope,
Pantaleimon,
Sun Ra,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Flash Fearless,
Kas Product,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bush Tetras,
Unwound,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Traffic Nightmare,
Matthew Halsall,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Stooges,
Tubeway Army,
Andrew Hill,
Alice Coltrane,
Zapp,
DNA,
Hashim,
Pussy Galore,
the Normal,
A Certain Ratio,
The United States of America,
Sex Pistols,
Josef K,
The Neon Judgement,
Bootsy Collins,
Soft Cell,
David Bowie,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Popol Vuh,
Terry Callier,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Moody Blues,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Carl Craig,
Robert Görl,
Negative Approach,
Sonic Youth,
The Fortunes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gang Starr,
Maleditus Sound,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.