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 Oman and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Little Man to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Supertramp,
LL Cool J,
Skaos,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Neil Young,
Sandy B,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Slits,
Scan 7,
Albert Ayler,
The Velvet Underground,
Zero Boys,
Lindisfarne,
Malaria!,
Fatback Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kas Product,
Deakin,
Inner City,
Lucky Dragons,
OOIOO,
This Heat,
Marmalade,
Iggy Pop,
Yellowson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Livin' Joy,
The Sonics,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Terrestrial Tones,
Deadbeat,
Judy Mowatt,
World's Most,
Fluxion,
London Community Gospel Choir,
B.T. Express,
Agitation Free,
The Angels of Light,
Alton Ellis,
Al Stewart,
Ronan,
John Coltrane,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Black Sheep,
Model 500,
Wire,
Goldenarms,
The Walker Brothers,
Blossom Toes,
Ornette Coleman,
Lalo Schifrin,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gang Starr,
Animal Collective,
Michelle Simonal,
The Associates,
Magma,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.