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 Ghana and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bologna.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Japan to the funk 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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
The Golliwogs,
World's Most,
Ronan,
Parry Music,
Connie Case,
Shoche,
Faust,
Yellowson,
Tres Demented,
the Bar-Kays,
Sällskapet,
The Modern Lovers,
The Vogues,
Lungfish,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Robert Görl,
The Shadows of Knight,
John Holt,
Roxy Music,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Aloha Tigers,
Isaac Hayes,
Maleditus Sound,
Kas Product,
Ultimate Spinach,
Magma,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Evens,
Amon Düül II,
Crash Course in Science,
The Wake,
Roy Ayers,
Harmonia,
The Doobie Brothers,
Crooked Eye,
Trumans Water,
Pantytec,
Suicide,
Rekid,
The Black Dice,
Bad Manners,
U.S. Maple,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Grass Roots,
Brand Nubian,
Sonic Youth,
The Fugs,
Jeru the Damaja,
Joensuu 1685,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Negative Approach,
Gichy Dan,
Peter & Gordon,
DJ Style,
Soul II Soul,
Skarface,
Das Ding,
Roger Hodgson,
Half Japanese,
Mark Hollis,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.