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 Uganda and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 oboe 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 Fad Gadget to the crunk 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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fad Gadget,
D'Angelo,
Chris Corsano,
Erykah Badu,
Glambeats Corp.,
Essential Logic,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Heaven 17,
The Dave Clark Five,
Moby Grape,
Magma,
The Slits,
David Axelrod,
Dead Boys,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Toni Rubio,
Throbbing Gristle,
David McCallum,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Graham Central Station,
Bauhaus,
The Walker Brothers,
Todd Terry,
Brothers Johnson,
The Selecter,
Slick Rick,
DJ Style,
Fluxion,
Das Ding,
Deakin,
Main Source,
T. Rex,
Monks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Suicide,
Donald Byrd,
The Blackbyrds,
The Slackers,
Yellowson,
Popol Vuh,
Marshall Jefferson,
Warren Ellis,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
48th St. Collective,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jeru the Damaja,
Metal Thangz,
Derrick May,
The Happenings,
The Raincoats,
Pussy Galore,
Cheater Slicks,
Mandrill,
Anakelly,
Los Fastidios,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Evens,
Bootsy Collins,
Stiv Bators,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.