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 Greece and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 New Christs to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
The Monks,
Lungfish,
Moss Icon,
Lucky Dragons,
A Certain Ratio,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Fall,
Infiniti,
Ultra Naté,
Tubeway Army,
Audionom,
Thee Headcoats,
Danielle Patucci,
Rosa Yemen,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Index,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gong,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
CMW,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
kango's stein massive,
One Last Wish,
Thompson Twins,
The J.B.'s,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
D'Angelo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Matthew Bourne,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jeff Mills,
Jacques Brel,
Slave,
Ice-T,
Silicon Teens,
Lou Christie,
The United States of America,
Barbara Tucker,
Kenny Larkin,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Public Image Ltd.,
10cc,
the Human League,
Franke,
Sister Nancy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Connie Case,
Flash Fearless,
Sparks,
Sun City Girls,
Mandrill,
Joe Finger,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Iggy Pop,
Quantec,
Bobby Womack,
Loose Ends,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.