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 Mongolia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Durutti Column to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Henry Cow,
John Lydon,
F. McDonald,
Fugazi,
Morten Harket,
The Fugs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Derrick May,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Swans,
Anakelly,
Yaz,
R.M.O.,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Heaven 17,
Pere Ubu,
Jacob Miller,
Alton Ellis,
L. Decosne,
Joe Finger,
Al Stewart,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Barrington Levy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Neil Young,
One Last Wish,
Los Fastidios,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lyres,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Donny Hathaway,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jacques Brel,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lucky Dragons,
The Wake,
Young Marble Giants,
Icehouse,
Aaron Thompson,
Jandek,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Victims,
Tomorrow,
Brick,
Peter and Kerry,
Eurythmics,
The Martian,
Harry Pussy,
Darondo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Subhumans,
Matthew Bourne,
The Human League,
Lungfish,
Spoonie Gee,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.