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 Solomon Islands and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 arpeggiator 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 Monochrome Set to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Archie Shepp,
Blake Baxter,
Jerry's Kids,
Joe Finger,
ABC,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Brand Nubian,
R.M.O.,
The Grass Roots,
Gang Starr,
Youth Brigade,
Simply Red,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lower 48,
Heaven 17,
Al Stewart,
Nation of Ulysses,
Isaac Hayes,
Half Japanese,
Kurtis Blow,
Funkadelic,
Clear Light,
the Sonics,
Surgeon,
The Young Rascals,
kango's stein massive,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scott Walker,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jeff Mills,
Darondo,
Section 25,
Gerry Rafferty,
Camberwell Now,
Derrick May,
The Music Machine,
Drexciya,
Sight & Sound,
Smog,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Remains,
Buzzcocks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eric Copeland,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Buckinghams,
Soft Cell,
The Vogues,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cal Tjader,
Peter & Gordon,
Slick Rick,
Chris & Cosey,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sound Behaviour,
Saccharine Trust,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mr. Review,
JFA,
Ten City,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.