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 Ethiopia and from Johannesburg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Donald Fagen 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 Avey Tare to the rock 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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Fortunes,
The Fall,
Max Romeo,
Bobby Sherman,
A Certain Ratio,
John Foxx,
Sugar Minott,
Second Layer,
the Human League,
Mantronix,
Black Flag,
The Evens,
Henry Cow,
Dead Boys,
Hasil Adkins,
Derrick Morgan,
Wasted Youth,
Lower 48,
Avey Tare,
Swell Maps,
Average White Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Funky Four + One,
Vladislav Delay,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Juan Atkins,
The Golliwogs,
Depeche Mode,
Amon Düül II,
Kayak,
Suburban Knight,
Johnny Osbourne,
Crooked Eye,
The Slits,
Sarah Menescal,
Judy Mowatt,
Clear Light,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Country Teasers,
The Black Dice,
Jandek,
Model 500,
Spoonie Gee,
H. Thieme,
Soft Cell,
Ice-T,
The Fugs,
Pulsallama,
Barry Ungar,
Sexual Harrassment,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jawbox,
Kas Product,
Boogie Down Productions,
Derrick May,
Sound Behaviour,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Blues Magoos,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.