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 Burkina and from Beijing.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 808 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 the Sonics to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Chris & Cosey,
F. McDonald,
The Shadows of Knight,
Siglo XX,
Jeff Lynne,
Ohio Players,
the Soft Cell,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marvin Gaye,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jacob Miller,
Joyce Sims,
The Fortunes,
Goldenarms,
Ludus,
Public Enemy,
ABC,
Johnny Osbourne,
Oblivians,
David Bowie,
Deakin,
John Coltrane,
Nils Olav,
Negative Approach,
Derrick May,
Ornette Coleman,
One Last Wish,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gabor Szabo,
Pierre Henry,
The Pop Group,
Gil Scott Heron,
Second Layer,
The Moleskins,
Ash Ra Tempel,
D'Angelo,
Fat Boys,
Barrington Levy,
Lou Reed,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scan 7,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Association,
Mars,
Jawbox,
Kas Product,
Crispian St. Peters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dual Sessions,
The Birthday Party,
Archie Shepp,
E-Dancer,
Symarip,
Danielle Patucci,
Dead Boys,
Gerry Rafferty,
Soul Sonic Force,
Minny Pops,
Zero Boys,
Hot Snakes,
Bobby Sherman,
Camouflage,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.