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 Ivory Coast and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 John Coltrane to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Avey Tare,
Bill Wells,
Metal Thangz,
Skriet,
Crispy Ambulance,
Leonard Cohen,
Monolake,
The Searchers,
John Foxx,
Nils Olav,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
U.S. Maple,
John Lydon,
Television Personalities,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
David Axelrod,
Darondo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Albert Ayler,
DJ Style,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gichy Dan,
Silicon Teens,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Arab on Radar,
Sonic Youth,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ornette Coleman,
Todd Terry,
The Dirtbombs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Suburban Knight,
The Zeros,
The Toasters,
The Associates,
the Swans,
Lalann,
Sixth Finger,
In Retrospect,
This Heat,
Derrick May,
Pole,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tropical Tobacco,
Icehouse,
Fear,
Royal Trux,
Quadrant,
Accadde A,
Byron Stingily,
Kool Moe Dee,
Popol Vuh,
Ponytail,
Von Mondo,
Dark Day,
Angry Samoans,
The Gun Club,
Pantaleimon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Section 25,
Soul II Soul,
Maleditus Sound,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.