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 Peru and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 organ 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 The Red Krayola to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Khruangbin,
The Monochrome Set,
cv313,
Pylon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Music Machine,
Althea and Donna,
Delon & Dalcan,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dark Day,
The Mummies,
ABBA,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ohio Players,
Radiopuhelimet,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tim Buckley,
Bush Tetras,
Robert Hood,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Wire,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mark Hollis,
Lyres,
The Fugs,
T. Rex,
The Cramps,
Ice-T,
Q and Not U,
Arthur Verocai,
The Flesh Eaters,
DJ Sneak,
Infiniti,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Seeds,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ludus,
Wally Richardson,
The Moleskins,
Aural Exciters,
Amon Düül II,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Monks,
Yaz,
Circle Jerks,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Residents,
Ronan,
Barrington Levy,
Rod Modell,
Piero Umiliani,
Grauzone,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
CMW,
The Blackbyrds,
Alice Coltrane,
Derrick May,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.