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 Syria and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Michael McDonald 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 Suburban Knight to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Jeff Lynne,
Young Marble Giants,
Gerry Rafferty,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mad Mike,
Can,
Procol Harum,
Goldenarms,
Sight & Sound,
E-Dancer,
T. Rex,
Essential Logic,
Crispy Ambulance,
X-101,
Moss Icon,
Darondo,
Scott Walker,
Slick Rick,
Moebius,
Inner City,
Half Japanese,
The Blues Magoos,
the Normal,
Suburban Knight,
Tom Boy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Deakin,
Cymande,
K-Klass,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ultimate Spinach,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ultravox,
Quantec,
Robert Hood,
John Cale,
Schoolly D,
Godley & Creme,
Guru Guru,
Gastr Del Sol,
Flash Fearless,
F. McDonald,
Tim Buckley,
Jerry's Kids,
Brick,
Black Moon,
Funkadelic,
Mandrill,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
DJ Sneak,
Suicide,
Alphaville,
PIL,
Howard Jones,
Los Fastidios,
Lungfish,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Beau Brummels,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.