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 Israel and from Jakarta.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the jazz 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 Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Henry Cow,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Moleskins,
Johnny Clarke,
Scan 7,
Banda Bassotti,
The Selecter,
Wally Richardson,
Rod Modell,
Roger Hodgson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Little Man,
Neil Young,
Bush Tetras,
Barrington Levy,
KRS-One,
The Fire Engines,
Joey Negro,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Frankie Knuckles,
DJ Sneak,
Second Layer,
Piero Umiliani,
Von Mondo,
Peter and Kerry,
Minor Threat,
Gil Scott Heron,
H. Thieme,
Eurythmics,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tubeway Army,
Easy Going,
Dead Boys,
The Beau Brummels,
Prince Buster,
Mars,
Desert Stars,
Stetsasonic,
The Blackbyrds,
Electric Prunes,
Shoche,
Arab on Radar,
The Five Americans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Darondo,
Nirvana,
Laurel Aitken,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bluetip,
The Fuzztones,
Isaac Hayes,
Pierre Henry,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Birthday Party,
The Litter,
Juan Atkins,
The Zeros,
Joyce Sims,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.