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 Singapore and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Minutemen to the rap 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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ken Boothe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rekid,
Althea and Donna,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ludus,
Nirvana,
Man Parrish,
Warsaw,
Funky Four + One,
Make Up,
The Monks,
Nick Fraelich,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eve St. Jones,
Kas Product,
The Smoke,
Grauzone,
Nico,
Alphaville,
Pere Ubu,
Vainqueur,
These Immortal Souls,
Tom Boy,
Amon Düül,
Arthur Verocai,
D'Angelo,
Harry Pussy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
PIL,
X-102,
Gong,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bill Near,
10cc,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Knickerbockers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Joy Division,
Don Cherry,
The Kinks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
John Foxx,
The Last Poets,
The Star Department,
David Axelrod,
The Invisible,
The Mojo Men,
Brand Nubian,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Yazoo,
Maleditus Sound,
Agitation Free,
The Trojans,
Stockholm Monsters,
Matthew Halsall,
Thompson Twins,
Black Sheep,
Sonny Sharrock,
Soul Sonic Force,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.