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 Ghana and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Newcleus to the funk 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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Charles Mingus,
Isaac Hayes,
Ituana,
The Slackers,
Faust,
Amazonics,
The J.B.'s,
Tres Demented,
Skaos,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Monks,
The Cowsills,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mad Mike,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Marine Girls,
Eurythmics,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Chrome,
Lalann,
Reagan Youth,
Iggy Pop,
Barrington Levy,
Bob Dylan,
The Human League,
Jeff Mills,
The Walker Brothers,
The Golliwogs,
Erykah Badu,
Siglo XX,
Schoolly D,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
This Heat,
Banda Bassotti,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cameo,
Black Flag,
Cybotron,
The Last Poets,
Brick,
The Detroit Cobras,
EPMD,
Sun City Girls,
Agent Orange,
Subhumans,
Outsiders,
Monolake,
Juan Atkins,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
MC5,
Derrick Morgan,
Janne Schatter,
Idris Muhammad,
Lucky Dragons,
Guru Guru,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
A Certain Ratio,
Masters at Work,
Sun Ra,
Dual Sessions,
Swans,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.