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 Nepal and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Donald Fagen 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the jazz 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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Television,
The Fortunes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Anakelly,
Barrington Levy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eddi Front,
Stetsasonic,
Moss Icon,
Anthony Braxton,
MDC,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
James White and The Blacks,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Stooges,
Gichy Dan,
Idris Muhammad,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bob Dylan,
Joe Smooth,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mary Jane Girls,
Hot Snakes,
Los Fastidios,
Alice Coltrane,
Jeff Mills,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lucky Dragons,
Visage,
Jimmy McGriff,
Metal Thangz,
Fluxion,
Thompson Twins,
The Pretty Things,
The Monks,
Zero Boys,
Byron Stingily,
Procol Harum,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Fuzztones,
Cluster,
H. Thieme,
David McCallum,
Erykah Badu,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Buckinghams,
The Smoke,
The Moleskins,
Funky Four + One,
Derrick May,
The Gap Band,
New Age Steppers,
Morten Harket,
Camberwell Now,
Popol Vuh,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.