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 Argentina 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Saints. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Ken Boothe,
The Toasters,
Piero Umiliani,
The Moody Blues,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fela Kuti,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bootsy Collins,
Little Man,
Mark Hollis,
Nik Kershaw,
Sun City Girls,
Khruangbin,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Surgeon,
Dennis Brown,
Bush Tetras,
The Skatalites,
Brick,
Cybotron,
Los Fastidios,
Unwound,
Porter Ricks,
Sex Pistols,
Fatback Band,
Parry Music,
Alphaville,
Yusef Lateef,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Reagan Youth,
Tubeway Army,
The American Breed,
The Standells,
Barry Ungar,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gang Green,
Barrington Levy,
Massinfluence,
One Last Wish,
The Remains,
Scott Walker,
The Birthday Party,
The Young Rascals,
Scratch Acid,
Black Pus,
Minny Pops,
Arthur Verocai,
Terry Callier,
Nas,
The Alarm Clocks,
Desert Stars,
Crooked Eye,
Sonic Youth,
Pussy Galore,
Harry Pussy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Roy Ayers,
Tears for Fears,
10cc,
The Neon Judgement,
Goldenarms,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.