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 Denmark and from Woodstock.
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 Bremen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 oboe 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 Joe Smooth to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Parry Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Banda Bassotti,
Barbara Tucker,
Peter and Kerry,
Ponytail,
Nik Kershaw,
The Trojans,
Sparks,
FM Einheit,
The Monks,
Grey Daturas,
Chris & Cosey,
Tubeway Army,
Crispy Ambulance,
Henry Cow,
Wire,
H. Thieme,
Jesper Dahlback,
Black Sheep,
Ten City,
Moss Icon,
Sight & Sound,
Chris Corsano,
The Monochrome Set,
Bob Dylan,
The American Breed,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Skarface,
Animal Collective,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Sound,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Arthur Verocai,
Janne Schatter,
Godley & Creme,
DNA,
Harry Pussy,
Freddie Wadling,
Scion,
Stiv Bators,
Half Japanese,
Hasil Adkins,
Talk Talk,
Pet Shop Boys,
Qualms,
The Searchers,
Ken Boothe,
Sonny Sharrock,
This Heat,
the Sonics,
Sound Behaviour,
The Flesh Eaters,
Malaria!,
Ituana,
Massinfluence,
Bronski Beat,
Pere Ubu,
Magma,
Lou Reed,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Buzzcocks,
Average White Band,
Minnie Riperton,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.