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 Bahamas and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 harpsichord 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 D'Angelo to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
A Certain Ratio,
The Stooges,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scratch Acid,
Section 25,
Scan 7,
Nico,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Outsiders,
Chris & Cosey,
Cluster,
Flipper,
Average White Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Hardrive,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Charles Mingus,
Grey Daturas,
The Skatalites,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Buzzcocks,
Mission of Burma,
Lyres,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Joy Division,
Neu!,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Zero Boys,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
T. Rex,
Ultimate Spinach,
Barrington Levy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Andrew Hill,
Rakim,
the Fania All-Stars,
John Holt,
Franke,
Susan Cadogan,
Nick Fraelich,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Arab on Radar,
Althea and Donna,
OOIOO,
Warren Ellis,
The Remains,
Thompson Twins,
Qualms,
Anthony Braxton,
The Mummies,
The Shadows of Knight,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Quando Quango,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.