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 Ireland and from Columbus.
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 Johannesburg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 linndrum 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 cv313 to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor 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?
The Velvet Underground,
Groovy Waters,
Fatback Band,
Bauhaus,
Minnie Riperton,
Nik Kershaw,
Television Personalities,
Amazonics,
Blancmange,
Radio Birdman,
Tubeway Army,
Danielle Patucci,
Cheater Slicks,
The Fortunes,
Y Pants,
Au Pairs,
Goldenarms,
Pagans,
Josef K,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Spandau Ballet,
Joey Negro,
KRS-One,
Avey Tare,
Babytalk,
Piero Umiliani,
Jawbox,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Subhumans,
The Searchers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Q65,
Joe Smooth,
James White and The Blacks,
Sound Behaviour,
The Black Dice,
Scott Walker,
Hashim,
The Invisible,
Masters at Work,
Big Daddy Kane,
Maurizio,
Excepter,
Scion,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jesper Dahlback,
Crooked Eye,
The Victims,
Marine Girls,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fear,
Outsiders,
The Evens,
Lindisfarne,
Alton Ellis,
Quando Quango,
Mark Hollis,
Soul II Soul,
The Birthday Party,
Gang Green,
Reagan Youth,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.