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 Philippines and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Davy DMX to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Soulsonic Force,
Josef K,
Isaac Hayes,
Carl Craig,
Radiopuhelimet,
Accadde A,
Kenny Larkin,
Amon Düül II,
the Fania All-Stars,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Quadrant,
Dave Gahan,
Groovy Waters,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Kinks,
The Happenings,
Gong,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Drive Like Jehu,
Grauzone,
Yaz,
Tropical Tobacco,
48th St. Collective,
Make Up,
The Vogues,
Joe Finger,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Trumans Water,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
DNA,
Outsiders,
Reuben Wilson,
The J.B.'s,
Supertramp,
Crime,
Quantec,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Country Teasers,
Masters at Work,
The Mojo Men,
Soul II Soul,
June Days,
Cybotron,
Laurel Aitken,
The Beau Brummels,
Stetsasonic,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sparks,
The Martian,
Moss Icon,
The Index,
Suburban Knight,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Parry Music,
Stockholm Monsters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.