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 Kosovo and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Fugazi to the rap 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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
The Invisible,
Hasil Adkins,
Jeff Mills,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eric B and Rakim,
Interpol,
Lalann,
The Fortunes,
The Leaves,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Main Source,
Black Flag,
Swell Maps,
Alice Coltrane,
Warsaw,
Trumans Water,
Technova,
Fad Gadget,
Anakelly,
Graham Central Station,
UT,
Masters at Work,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Anthony Braxton,
DNA,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
X-101,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kaleidoscope,
Pere Ubu,
Guru Guru,
Television Personalities,
Can,
Wolf Eyes,
Bang On A Can,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Robert Wyatt,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lightning Bolt,
OOIOO,
Nico,
Mandrill,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Germs,
Mary Jane Girls,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Skatalites,
The Five Americans,
Bronski Beat,
kango's stein massive,
Piero Umiliani,
The Electric Prunes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ronan,
Crime,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.