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 Mali and from Philadelphia.
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 Stockholm and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Audionom to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Amon Düül,
Dennis Brown,
Soft Machine,
The Litter,
Derrick Morgan,
Don Cherry,
MDC,
The Buckinghams,
Sight & Sound,
Ash Ra Tempel,
D'Angelo,
Moebius,
Suicide,
Neu!,
Kas Product,
Thompson Twins,
The Star Department,
Drexciya,
Todd Rundgren,
The Cure,
Porter Ricks,
The United States of America,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fluxion,
Anakelly,
Moby Grape,
Tim Buckley,
China Crisis,
June Days,
Gang Green,
Brass Construction,
Qualms,
Negative Approach,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nirvana,
Roy Ayers,
Theoretical Girls,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Banda Bassotti,
Alton Ellis,
Neil Young,
Chris & Cosey,
Joey Negro,
Grauzone,
Pet Shop Boys,
Thee Headcoats,
Mission of Burma,
Japan,
Symarip,
Bootsy Collins,
Khruangbin,
Procol Harum,
T. Rex,
Bad Manners,
Eden Ahbez,
Fela Kuti,
Ituana,
The Sonics,
Index,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.