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 Mozambique and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The J.B.'s to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Livin' Joy,
Letta Mbulu,
Big Daddy Kane,
Amon Düül II,
Von Mondo,
Monolake,
Archie Shepp,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ossler,
This Heat,
The Monochrome Set,
Massinfluence,
Black Flag,
The Doors,
Crispian St. Peters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tim Buckley,
The Slits,
The Star Department,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Connie Case,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Remains,
Maleditus Sound,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
48th St. Collective,
Porter Ricks,
JFA,
the Soft Cell,
Kaleidoscope,
The Velvet Underground,
The Birthday Party,
Rufus Thomas,
Ohio Players,
Country Teasers,
Stiv Bators,
Gang Starr,
FM Einheit,
Deepchord,
The Durutti Column,
The Stooges,
The Smoke,
Black Moon,
Tears for Fears,
Jeff Lynne,
Cal Tjader,
The Skatalites,
Avey Tare,
The American Breed,
Skaos,
Little Man,
Donny Hathaway,
Ronnie Foster,
Wire,
Eurythmics,
Aswad,
James White and The Blacks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Crooked Eye,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.