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 Palau and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 mellotron 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 The Doobie Brothers to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Deadbeat,
Swans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Toni Rubio,
The United States of America,
Qualms,
The Fortunes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Inner City,
The New Christs,
Derrick Morgan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Amazonics,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Little Man,
Roxy Music,
Hardrive,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Audionom,
the Normal,
Thee Headcoats,
The Leaves,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Stooges,
Section 25,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Unrelated Segments,
Pierre Henry,
Can,
Ornette Coleman,
FM Einheit,
Procol Harum,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Soul II Soul,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Letta Mbulu,
Bill Near,
Andrew Hill,
JFA,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Charles Mingus,
Lebanon Hanover,
Robert Hood,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Danielle Patucci,
Mo-Dettes,
Susan Cadogan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Fuzztones,
Pere Ubu,
Jeff Mills,
David McCallum,
Severed Heads,
The Five Americans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Faust,
Interpol,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.