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 Uganda and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 marimba 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 Yazoo to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Delon & Dalcan,
X-101,
Minutemen,
Freddie Wadling,
Bluetip,
U.S. Maple,
Loose Ends,
Ken Boothe,
Kas Product,
CMW,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eve St. Jones,
Brick,
The Detroit Cobras,
Duran Duran,
Nick Fraelich,
Negative Approach,
The Golliwogs,
Deepchord,
Peter & Gordon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Gladiators,
Danielle Patucci,
Con Funk Shun,
Television,
Banda Bassotti,
Nils Olav,
Underground Resistance,
Gabor Szabo,
Oneida,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sam Rivers,
The Sound,
The Invisible,
Hardrive,
Ludus,
Parry Music,
The Buckinghams,
Eli Mardock,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rufus Thomas,
Joey Negro,
The Music Machine,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Carl Craig,
The Birthday Party,
Bad Manners,
Robert Wyatt,
Young Marble Giants,
Soul Sonic Force,
Section 25,
Ultravox,
Crispy Ambulance,
Man Parrish,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
H. Thieme,
Faraquet,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.