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 Portugal and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Leaves to the crunk 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 the Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Barracudas,
Von Mondo,
B.T. Express,
Royal Trux,
Stereo Dub,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Offenders,
Harry Pussy,
The Music Machine,
Au Pairs,
Soul II Soul,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Graham Central Station,
Tres Demented,
The Standells,
Massinfluence,
The United States of America,
Talk Talk,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Count Five,
Steve Hackett,
Slave,
John Coltrane,
Terry Callier,
X-102,
Flamin' Groovies,
Aswad,
Minny Pops,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
World's Most,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
ABBA,
Rod Modell,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Organ,
The Gun Club,
LL Cool J,
Yusef Lateef,
Arthur Verocai,
The Dave Clark Five,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Fall,
Funky Four + One,
John Lydon,
Yellowson,
Pulsallama,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Howard Jones,
Lightning Bolt,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Alison Limerick,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jandek,
Bush Tetras,
8 Eyed Spy,
Spoonie Gee,
Audionom,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ornette Coleman,
Isaac Hayes,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.