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 Georgia and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the electroclash 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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dark Day,
Country Teasers,
Black Pus,
Qualms,
Jawbox,
The Fall,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Darondo,
Thee Headcoats,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sam Rivers,
Organ,
Minor Threat,
Fluxion,
Swell Maps,
Joyce Sims,
Rod Modell,
Massinfluence,
Minny Pops,
Avey Tare,
Fela Kuti,
Gastr Del Sol,
Agent Orange,
Reuben Wilson,
Rites of Spring,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Kinks,
Inner City,
Morten Harket,
Quando Quango,
Howard Jones,
Intrusion,
Goldenarms,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Monochrome Set,
Lower 48,
Deakin,
The Names,
Jeff Mills,
Dawn Penn,
The Seeds,
Suicide,
Chrome,
Funky Four + One,
Vladislav Delay,
AZ,
World's Most,
Khruangbin,
Charles Mingus,
The Smoke,
Bob Dylan,
Laurel Aitken,
Tropical Tobacco,
Underground Resistance,
Yazoo,
The Index,
New Order,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gang Starr,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.