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 El Salvador 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 A Certain Ratio to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Motorama,
The Seeds,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Monks,
Pole,
The Residents,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rites of Spring,
Donald Byrd,
Kerri Chandler,
Lou Reed,
Urselle,
Connie Case,
Drive Like Jehu,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bauhaus,
Shuggie Otis,
EPMD,
Robert Hood,
Flash Fearless,
Rapeman,
Slick Rick,
Blancmange,
Quadrant,
Donny Hathaway,
Spandau Ballet,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Zeros,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
K-Klass,
Ultra Naté,
Patti Smith,
Andrew Hill,
Quantec,
Magma,
Negative Approach,
Easy Going,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Metal Thangz,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Star Department,
Blake Baxter,
Terry Callier,
Amon Düül,
Man Eating Sloth,
Derrick May,
the Soft Cell,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Pretty Things,
FM Einheit,
Ronan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rod Modell,
Mission of Burma,
AZ,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pussy Galore,
Sight & Sound,
Wire,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.