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 Djibouti and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Tom Verlaine 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 The Evens to the jazz 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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Scan 7,
Big Daddy Kane,
ABBA,
Saccharine Trust,
Sixth Finger,
Mo-Dettes,
The Pop Group,
The Durutti Column,
Icehouse,
The Slackers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lou Christie,
Pantytec,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cal Tjader,
Zero Boys,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bobby Sherman,
Pierre Henry,
Roxette,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Television,
Soft Machine,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Second Layer,
Ronan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Kinks,
Letta Mbulu,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eden Ahbez,
Barbara Tucker,
Hot Snakes,
Jacques Brel,
Wire,
Faraquet,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Move,
Lucky Dragons,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Reagan Youth,
The Dave Clark Five,
Colin Newman,
Janne Schatter,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Juan Atkins,
Adolescents,
Boredoms,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Subhumans,
Michelle Simonal,
Franke,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sun City Girls,
Cheater Slicks,
The Last Poets,
The Tremeloes,
Rapeman,
The Birthday Party,
Mission of Burma,
The Human League,
T.S.O.L.,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.