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 Rwanda and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Amazonics to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Lungfish,
Pagans,
Pantaleimon,
Lou Reed,
Isaac Hayes,
Ituana,
Jawbox,
D'Angelo,
Silicon Teens,
Make Up,
Second Layer,
The Saints,
Nik Kershaw,
Arthur Verocai,
Sonic Youth,
The Buckinghams,
China Crisis,
Easy Going,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sandy B,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Joey Negro,
Al Stewart,
The Invisible,
Crooked Eye,
Pierre Henry,
MDC,
Sarah Menescal,
Ultravox,
Ronan,
Oblivians,
Subhumans,
Alice Coltrane,
Grauzone,
PIL,
Junior Murvin,
Underground Resistance,
The Slackers,
New Age Steppers,
Bauhaus,
Kenny Larkin,
Arcadia,
Boredoms,
The Smiths,
Stockholm Monsters,
Buzzcocks,
Essential Logic,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Zeros,
Nas,
E-Dancer,
Ultra Naté,
Organ,
Guru Guru,
Lakeside,
Deadbeat,
The Sonics,
Drexciya,
Curtis Mayfield,
Crispian St. Peters,
Soul Sonic Force,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.