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 Afghanistan 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 8 Eyed Spy to the rock 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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Average White Band,
Sun Ra,
Franke,
Swans,
Blancmange,
Dorothy Ashby,
One Last Wish,
La Düsseldorf,
Animal Collective,
Moss Icon,
B.T. Express,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Connie Case,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bill Near,
Barrington Levy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pulsallama,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Blake Baxter,
Prince Buster,
Royal Trux,
Nik Kershaw,
Circle Jerks,
Kurtis Blow,
Robert Görl,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fatback Band,
Eddi Front,
Qualms,
Camberwell Now,
Soul II Soul,
James White and The Blacks,
Scott Walker,
Excepter,
Loose Ends,
Aswad,
CMW,
Stereo Dub,
Agent Orange,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Minnie Riperton,
The Saints,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Robert Wyatt,
Buzzcocks,
Barry Ungar,
Lungfish,
Nirvana,
The Fuzztones,
The Music Machine,
Fela Kuti,
Warren Ellis,
Easy Going,
Crime,
Kas Product,
L. Decosne,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Alison Limerick,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.