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 Panama and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Shanghai.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Fall to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Deepchord,
Swell Maps,
Sex Pistols,
Accadde A,
Dawn Penn,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Reagan Youth,
Silicon Teens,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Fuzztones,
MDC,
Popol Vuh,
Skriet,
Alphaville,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nirvana,
The Grass Roots,
Panda Bear,
Audionom,
Von Mondo,
Joey Negro,
Mary Jane Girls,
Little Man,
The Raincoats,
Circle Jerks,
Subhumans,
Todd Rundgren,
Laurel Aitken,
Pierre Henry,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Slits,
Roy Ayers,
Stetsasonic,
Judy Mowatt,
Sister Nancy,
New Age Steppers,
Procol Harum,
Sound Behaviour,
Brothers Johnson,
Hasil Adkins,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nico,
Moss Icon,
The Misunderstood,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lyres,
Kaleidoscope,
Kerri Chandler,
Deakin,
Whodini,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Golliwogs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Angry Samoans,
Motorama,
Moebius,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.