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 Benin and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 harpsichord 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Desert Stars,
Wings,
Yusef Lateef,
Angry Samoans,
Crime,
The Blackbyrds,
Marcia Griffiths,
Peter and Kerry,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gang Starr,
Index,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Goldenarms,
Hashim,
The Seeds,
the Bar-Kays,
Subhumans,
Zapp,
Talk Talk,
Boz Scaggs,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ice-T,
a-ha,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Andrew Hill,
Gang Gang Dance,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Monochrome Set,
Yellowson,
Moby Grape,
F. McDonald,
Scratch Acid,
Michelle Simonal,
Gabor Szabo,
Audionom,
UT,
Pierre Henry,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Swell Maps,
Jeff Lynne,
Marvin Gaye,
Lucky Dragons,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Byron Stingily,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Star Department,
Vladislav Delay,
Underground Resistance,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Names,
MC5,
The United States of America,
Fluxion,
John Foxx,
The Selecter,
Fugazi,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.