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 Seychelles and from London.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Litter to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Make Up,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Godley & Creme,
Japan,
Television,
Echospace,
Flamin' Groovies,
Erasure,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Funkadelic,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
D'Angelo,
Scan 7,
Quadrant,
Girls At Our Best!,
Matthew Bourne,
Black Moon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Invisible,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Selecter,
Ohio Players,
Boz Scaggs,
David Bowie,
Gichy Dan,
The Human League,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Animal Collective,
FM Einheit,
Todd Terry,
Donny Hathaway,
Lucky Dragons,
Joy Division,
E-Dancer,
Gil Scott Heron,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Malaria!,
Max Romeo,
Franke,
Unrelated Segments,
Clear Light,
Sonic Youth,
Man Parrish,
Iggy Pop,
Khruangbin,
Rekid,
Rakim,
Blancmange,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Y Pants,
Soulsonic Force,
Cal Tjader,
Jerry Gold Smith,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Robert Görl,
Magazine,
Joensuu 1685,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.