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 Argentina and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 spring reverb 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 Excepter to the rap 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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Aloha Tigers,
Nick Fraelich,
Stiv Bators,
The Divine Comedy,
Joy Division,
Chris Corsano,
Sugar Minott,
Roger Hodgson,
Gabor Szabo,
Circle Jerks,
Quando Quango,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Idris Muhammad,
The Leaves,
Gastr Del Sol,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fluxion,
Wire,
Blancmange,
The J.B.'s,
Henry Cow,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jeff Mills,
Stockholm Monsters,
Accadde A,
Harry Pussy,
Visage,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scan 7,
Barry Ungar,
Tubeway Army,
Maurizio,
Max Romeo,
Vladislav Delay,
Khruangbin,
Kaleidoscope,
Goldenarms,
Kurtis Blow,
Animal Collective,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tres Demented,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sonny Sharrock,
Judy Mowatt,
Severed Heads,
Jacques Brel,
Bootsy Collins,
10cc,
Crime,
Byron Stingily,
La Düsseldorf,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Skaos,
Scientists,
Dave Gahan,
Boz Scaggs,
Derrick Morgan,
The Kinks,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.