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 Kenya and from Lyon.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Yazoo to the electroclash 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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Los Fastidios,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Laurel Aitken,
The Young Rascals,
Ronan,
The Monks,
The United States of America,
Terry Callier,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Susan Cadogan,
Leonard Cohen,
Parry Music,
Circle Jerks,
Monolake,
Warren Ellis,
Joe Smooth,
Lyres,
X-Ray Spex,
Buzzcocks,
The Golliwogs,
Quando Quango,
Bootsy Collins,
UT,
Moebius,
Gregory Isaacs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Residents,
The Real Kids,
the Sonics,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jandek,
The Fortunes,
Lower 48,
Nils Olav,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Brand Nubian,
The Stooges,
The Five Americans,
Gil Scott Heron,
Monks,
China Crisis,
Cheater Slicks,
Khruangbin,
Godley & Creme,
Avey Tare,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nik Kershaw,
Siglo XX,
The Knickerbockers,
Hardrive,
Minutemen,
The Motions,
Alton Ellis,
Todd Rundgren,
Peter and Kerry,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Count Five,
Rufus Thomas,
Boredoms,
Prince Buster,
Electric Prunes,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.