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 Suriname and from London.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 clarinet 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 Byron Stingily to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Brand Nubian,
The Golliwogs,
Scratch Acid,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Silicon Teens,
La Düsseldorf,
Soulsonic Force,
Gong,
Panda Bear,
Jerry's Kids,
This Heat,
Funkadelic,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mantronix,
Television,
Pierre Henry,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nirvana,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Index,
Masters at Work,
Erykah Badu,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Arab on Radar,
Aaron Thompson,
Cymande,
Funky Four + One,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jawbox,
Soul II Soul,
Section 25,
E-Dancer,
Reagan Youth,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jeru the Damaja,
Joe Smooth,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Motorama,
Model 500,
June Days,
Khruangbin,
Zapp,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eddi Front,
Accadde A,
Rapeman,
Yellowson,
Quando Quango,
Theoretical Girls,
The Motions,
Johnny Osbourne,
Stetsasonic,
Qualms,
Bauhaus,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.