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 Japan and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ornette Coleman to the jazz 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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rotary Connection,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Quando Quango,
Schoolly D,
The Gories,
Gang Green,
The Move,
ABC,
Arab on Radar,
Vainqueur,
The Durutti Column,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ohio Players,
Laurel Aitken,
Drexciya,
Monolake,
Accadde A,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Fania All-Stars,
Liliput,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Suburban Knight,
Animal Collective,
The Smoke,
Piero Umiliani,
Eden Ahbez,
Matthew Halsall,
Letta Mbulu,
The Grass Roots,
Peter and Kerry,
Marcia Griffiths,
Idris Muhammad,
Aural Exciters,
Symarip,
The Angels of Light,
The Blackbyrds,
Nils Olav,
Mr. Review,
Television Personalities,
In Retrospect,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Black Sheep,
Soul II Soul,
The Pop Group,
Blancmange,
FM Einheit,
Shuggie Otis,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Franke,
Barclay James Harvest,
China Crisis,
Dawn Penn,
Y Pants,
Ponytail,
Max Romeo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Roger Hodgson,
Young Marble Giants,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.