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 Nauru and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the grime 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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Kas Product,
Maurizio,
Aswad,
Television,
The Knickerbockers,
Dennis Brown,
The Mummies,
the Association,
Bill Wells,
Icehouse,
Visage,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Sound,
Groovy Waters,
Royal Trux,
June of 44,
Amon Düül II,
Unwound,
The Slits,
Prince Buster,
Harmonia,
Marvin Gaye,
ABC,
Malaria!,
The Pop Group,
Drive Like Jehu,
Wolf Eyes,
Crime,
Ken Boothe,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Vainqueur,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Soft Cell,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Misunderstood,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Agitation Free,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ultra Naté,
Half Japanese,
Minor Threat,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pharoah Sanders,
Niagra,
Duran Duran,
Pierre Henry,
The Shadows of Knight,
Judy Mowatt,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pantytec,
Reuben Wilson,
Gong,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kayak,
Can,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Germs,
Matthew Halsall,
Japan,
World's Most,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.