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 Georgia and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Au Pairs to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Groovy Waters,
The Walker Brothers,
Blossom Toes,
Circle Jerks,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Charles Mingus,
The Fall,
Tears for Fears,
Simply Red,
Soulsonic Force,
Siglo XX,
Rufus Thomas,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Stereo Dub,
The Wake,
Gabor Szabo,
Pantaleimon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jerry's Kids,
Lebanon Hanover,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Section 25,
The United States of America,
Black Bananas,
Ultravox,
The Sound,
The Moody Blues,
Scientists,
Sexual Harrassment,
John Foxx,
Tubeway Army,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Quando Quango,
Soft Cell,
June of 44,
EPMD,
Boredoms,
The Last Poets,
Laurel Aitken,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mars,
Yaz,
Mr. Review,
Massinfluence,
Niagra,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mission of Burma,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Red Krayola,
Tommy Roe,
The Pretty Things,
Drive Like Jehu,
Thee Headcoats,
Michelle Simonal,
Avey Tare,
Rapeman,
Make Up,
Jawbox,
Flipper,
the Soft Cell,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.