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 Gabon and from Tehran.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 güiro 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 Q65 to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Pop Group,
Pierre Henry,
Y Pants,
Youth Brigade,
the Slits,
Soul II Soul,
Excepter,
Bill Near,
The Offenders,
Moebius,
David Bowie,
David McCallum,
H. Thieme,
Nils Olav,
Slave,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tim Buckley,
a-ha,
Magma,
Eric B and Rakim,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Whodini,
John Lydon,
Marvin Gaye,
Ultravox,
Main Source,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The New Christs,
Ronan,
Steve Hackett,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marc Almond,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Eric Copeland,
The Pretty Things,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Surgeon,
The Smiths,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Junior Murvin,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Last Poets,
Skriet,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Grey Daturas,
Pantaleimon,
Joyce Sims,
Funky Four + One,
Mark Hollis,
The Durutti Column,
Roxy Music,
Fat Boys,
John Foxx,
Q65,
DJ Style,
Mars,
June of 44,
Glenn Branca,
The Young Rascals,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.