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 Niger and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Delhi.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lee Hazlewood to the crunk 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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Barclay James Harvest,
Visage,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Susan Cadogan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jerry's Kids,
Camouflage,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Junior Murvin,
Accadde A,
Alphaville,
Bronski Beat,
Patti Smith,
ABBA,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Soft Cell,
Tropical Tobacco,
Anthony Braxton,
The Cramps,
Jawbox,
Bobby Sherman,
The Seeds,
Reagan Youth,
Monks,
Section 25,
Essential Logic,
T.S.O.L.,
F. McDonald,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Matthew Bourne,
Brothers Johnson,
David Axelrod,
Sparks,
Derrick Morgan,
Lower 48,
Lebanon Hanover,
R.M.O.,
Stetsasonic,
Yazoo,
Gregory Isaacs,
Massinfluence,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bobby Womack,
Metal Thangz,
The Gories,
The Fuzztones,
Grey Daturas,
Joe Finger,
Vainqueur,
Television,
ABC,
Can,
Bootsy Collins,
Black Bananas,
Alison Limerick,
Isaac Hayes,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.