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 Oman and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the oboe 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 Joey Negro to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
The Neon Judgement,
Theoretical Girls,
The Modern Lovers,
The Barracudas,
The Evens,
Minor Threat,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Frankie Knuckles,
Minutemen,
The Associates,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Colin Newman,
The Music Machine,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lucky Dragons,
Little Man,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Bar-Kays,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pere Ubu,
The Blues Magoos,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pussy Galore,
Ultimate Spinach,
Yusef Lateef,
Scion,
Motorama,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mad Mike,
Sällskapet,
Shoche,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sister Nancy,
T. Rex,
La Düsseldorf,
Massinfluence,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Trojans,
Drexciya,
The Angels of Light,
Kenny Larkin,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Vainqueur,
Schoolly D,
The Skatalites,
The Smoke,
Heaven 17,
The Residents,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Public Image Ltd.,
Matthew Halsall,
Accadde A,
Ken Boothe,
The Happenings,
Davy DMX,
Mandrill,
Freddie Wadling,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eric Copeland,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.