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 Belize and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 harpsichord 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 Jesper Dahlback to the dance 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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
John Holt,
Essential Logic,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Saccharine Trust,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pere Ubu,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lalann,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Vladislav Delay,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Walker Brothers,
The Divine Comedy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marvin Gaye,
The Standells,
Television Personalities,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mr. Review,
The Pop Group,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Searchers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Saints,
Underground Resistance,
Babytalk,
Pet Shop Boys,
Panda Bear,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Gun Club,
The Music Machine,
Archie Shepp,
U.S. Maple,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sparks,
Make Up,
Lindisfarne,
Kurtis Blow,
Fat Boys,
Heaven 17,
Ken Boothe,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sixth Finger,
Jerry's Kids,
The Dead C,
Banda Bassotti,
Rites of Spring,
The Moleskins,
Gang of Four,
Bob Dylan,
Roy Ayers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Suicide,
Loose Ends,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.