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 Bulgaria and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 B.T. Express to the grime 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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
The Smiths,
Goldenarms,
John Lydon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Erykah Badu,
The Real Kids,
Dual Sessions,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Black Pus,
Barry Ungar,
Country Teasers,
The Trojans,
The Remains,
The Dead C,
Anakelly,
Malaria!,
Gang of Four,
Roxy Music,
Connie Case,
Eric Dolphy,
Radio Birdman,
The Monochrome Set,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Brass Construction,
The J.B.'s,
Ponytail,
The Blackbyrds,
Marmalade,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Fortunes,
The Motions,
Patti Smith,
The Grass Roots,
Technova,
Ralphi Rosario,
Masters at Work,
the Sonics,
Altered Images,
Excepter,
Suicide,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Joensuu 1685,
Young Marble Giants,
Rites of Spring,
Rosa Yemen,
The Index,
The Beau Brummels,
Saccharine Trust,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cheater Slicks,
Agent Orange,
Morten Harket,
Alton Ellis,
Glenn Branca,
Black Bananas,
Arcadia,
Gichy Dan,
Joe Smooth,
the Association,
Roy Ayers,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.