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 Gabon and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 linndrum 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 Derrick May to the electroclash 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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Cameo,
Absolute Body Control,
FM Einheit,
MDC,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gil Scott Heron,
Robert Hood,
E-Dancer,
Rekid,
Dorothy Ashby,
Dual Sessions,
Johnny Clarke,
The Tremeloes,
Connie Case,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bang On A Can,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Martian,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Birthday Party,
The Neon Judgement,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jacques Brel,
The New Christs,
Liliput,
These Immortal Souls,
Joensuu 1685,
JFA,
Wings,
Icehouse,
Scan 7,
The Moody Blues,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Golliwogs,
Quadrant,
Crooked Eye,
Zapp,
Eddi Front,
Radio Birdman,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
X-101,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Saccharine Trust,
Lou Christie,
Jacob Miller,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kool Moe Dee,
Qualms,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kurtis Blow,
The Count Five,
Easy Going,
MC5,
Unwound,
Eric B and Rakim,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Harmonia,
Erykah Badu,
Wire,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.