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 Sudan and from Toronto.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Cairo.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Flipper to the funk 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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Minor Threat,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Black Dice,
Kurtis Blow,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bluetip,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ohio Players,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Heaven 17,
Grey Daturas,
Mantronix,
Wings,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Smiths,
cv313,
Carl Craig,
Albert Ayler,
Organ,
Nico,
Rites of Spring,
Drexciya,
Crispy Ambulance,
Public Enemy,
Warsaw,
Ice-T,
Agitation Free,
Second Layer,
Simply Red,
Piero Umiliani,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Amon Düül II,
The Divine Comedy,
Urselle,
In Retrospect,
Janne Schatter,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ponytail,
Pulsallama,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Swans,
Neil Young,
Lucky Dragons,
Ornette Coleman,
Michelle Simonal,
Josef K,
The Cramps,
Lower 48,
Rotary Connection,
Sparks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Essential Logic,
Darondo,
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.