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 Moldova and from Halifax.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gichy Dan to the grunge 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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Hashim,
Lindisfarne,
Thee Headcoats,
Kaleidoscope,
Pierre Henry,
Jimmy McGriff,
Public Enemy,
Arcadia,
The Sonics,
Lebanon Hanover,
Moby Grape,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Clear Light,
Porter Ricks,
Grauzone,
The Monks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Terry Callier,
Sight & Sound,
The Stooges,
Maleditus Sound,
The Birthday Party,
Monolake,
The Cowsills,
Altered Images,
Joyce Sims,
Pole,
Blossom Toes,
Youth Brigade,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Blues Magoos,
Buzzcocks,
The United States of America,
Derrick May,
Todd Rundgren,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Echospace,
Basic Channel,
cv313,
Ronnie Foster,
Kerri Chandler,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Q and Not U,
U.S. Maple,
Ohio Players,
Minnie Riperton,
Joey Negro,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Schoolly D,
Surgeon,
Stereo Dub,
Suburban Knight,
Electric Light Orchestra,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gastr Del Sol,
Angry Samoans,
Niagra,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.