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 Mongolia and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 The Move to the techno 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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James Chance & The Contortions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Alton Ellis,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Carl Craig,
Yusef Lateef,
Pagans,
Das Ding,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Altered Images,
Aaron Thompson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Josef K,
Alison Limerick,
Frankie Knuckles,
Heaven 17,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Howard Jones,
Popol Vuh,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eddi Front,
The Smiths,
Matthew Bourne,
The Skatalites,
Warsaw,
Ice-T,
Bill Wells,
The Fortunes,
Country Teasers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Deakin,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Symarip,
Godley & Creme,
U.S. Maple,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Technova,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Television,
The Monochrome Set,
Cluster,
Pulsallama,
Harry Pussy,
Sex Pistols,
Simply Red,
Pharoah Sanders,
Warren Ellis,
Skarface,
Q65,
Sun Ra,
Dual Sessions,
R.M.O.,
Patti Smith,
Electric Prunes,
Cameo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
H. Thieme,
Second Layer,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.