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 Papua New Guinea and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 rhodes 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 Oneida to the rap 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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir 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 an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
the Human League,
The Moody Blues,
Malaria!,
The Trojans,
Ossler,
Stiv Bators,
the Germs,
Bob Dylan,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Selecter,
Funky Four + One,
T. Rex,
Rosa Yemen,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Visage,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Sonics,
New Order,
Ponytail,
Massinfluence,
Marvin Gaye,
Rufus Thomas,
Black Flag,
Panda Bear,
Depeche Mode,
Laurel Aitken,
Sex Pistols,
Minor Threat,
Matthew Bourne,
The Martian,
Negative Approach,
Jacob Miller,
Junior Murvin,
Surgeon,
Quantec,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Agitation Free,
The Five Americans,
Thee Headcoats,
Skriet,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Hardrive,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Slits,
Sam Rivers,
Skaos,
Alice Coltrane,
EPMD,
Excepter,
The J.B.'s,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dual Sessions,
Sparks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Darondo,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.