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 Sudan 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 Taipei and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Lou Christie to the jazz 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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Liliput,
The Electric Prunes,
Carl Craig,
The Saints,
Kerrie Biddell,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lungfish,
Boredoms,
Ice-T,
The Angels of Light,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Subhumans,
Faraquet,
Half Japanese,
Bizarre Inc.,
Duran Duran,
Thee Headcoats,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Modern Lovers,
Brick,
Rotary Connection,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Von Mondo,
Siglo XX,
Joe Finger,
The Moleskins,
Dawn Penn,
The Remains,
Animal Collective,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Dirtbombs,
D'Angelo,
Rapeman,
The Cure,
Banda Bassotti,
The Monochrome Set,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Theoretical Girls,
Black Sheep,
Niagra,
Kas Product,
Surgeon,
Johnny Clarke,
Soft Cell,
Talk Talk,
Rhythm & Sound,
Swans,
The Alarm Clocks,
Derrick May,
Roxy Music,
Public Enemy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Symarip,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Crispian St. Peters,
Robert Görl,
Scan 7,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Adolescents,
Reagan Youth,
Reuben Wilson,
T.S.O.L.,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.