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 Ecuador and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 United States of America to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Fear,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pagans,
Hoover,
The Misunderstood,
Urselle,
John Cale,
Depeche Mode,
the Soft Cell,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mr. Review,
Minutemen,
the Human League,
The Golliwogs,
The Sonics,
Accadde A,
Boz Scaggs,
Donald Byrd,
Skarface,
Kaleidoscope,
Mantronix,
OOIOO,
Laurel Aitken,
The Pretty Things,
Slick Rick,
The Neon Judgement,
The Mojo Men,
Jerry's Kids,
Cal Tjader,
Stiv Bators,
Roxette,
Fad Gadget,
Sun City Girls,
The Barracudas,
Model 500,
Mary Jane Girls,
Youth Brigade,
Mission of Burma,
Soft Cell,
Malaria!,
Henry Cow,
the Bar-Kays,
Masters at Work,
Althea and Donna,
Joensuu 1685,
Prince Buster,
The Moody Blues,
Monolake,
Theoretical Girls,
Connie Case,
Rekid,
Visage,
Swans,
Graham Central Station,
Royal Trux,
Unrelated Segments,
U.S. Maple,
Moby Grape,
Cameo,
Flipper,
Aswad,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.