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 Chile and from New York.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 theremin 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud 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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Index,
Sun Ra,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
John Coltrane,
Jawbox,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Wings,
Monolake,
Vladislav Delay,
Ultravox,
Gichy Dan,
Idris Muhammad,
The Gladiators,
Sarah Menescal,
Suicide,
The New Christs,
The Music Machine,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bang On A Can,
A Certain Ratio,
Max Romeo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Black Sheep,
Susan Cadogan,
a-ha,
Gang of Four,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Beau Brummels,
Scan 7,
Eli Mardock,
Little Man,
The Blackbyrds,
The Barracudas,
Sparks,
The Knickerbockers,
Fear,
These Immortal Souls,
Basic Channel,
Patti Smith,
Soft Cell,
Oneida,
Quadrant,
Donny Hathaway,
Chris & Cosey,
Slick Rick,
Roxette,
Grey Daturas,
The Vogues,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Connie Case,
Popol Vuh,
Surgeon,
Swell Maps,
Bootsy Collins,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.