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 Poland and from Shanghai.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 synthesizer 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 Monolake to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Colin Newman,
Flipper,
Susan Cadogan,
Guru Guru,
Sexual Harrassment,
Barclay James Harvest,
Byron Stingily,
Fad Gadget,
Michelle Simonal,
Rhythm & Sound,
Delon & Dalcan,
Derrick Morgan,
Interpol,
EPMD,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Von Mondo,
Mark Hollis,
Warsaw,
DJ Style,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eve St. Jones,
Pere Ubu,
Lou Christie,
Sam Rivers,
Tears for Fears,
The Monochrome Set,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bobby Byrd,
Minutemen,
Procol Harum,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Camberwell Now,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Barry Ungar,
Kerrie Biddell,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
K-Klass,
Dark Day,
Bronski Beat,
David Axelrod,
Crime,
Thompson Twins,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gabor Szabo,
10cc,
The Skatalites,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lou Reed,
Anakelly,
Cymande,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Zeros,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Cramps,
Eric Copeland,
Bang On A Can,
Monks,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.