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 Thailand and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the techno 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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
The Trojans,
Sugar Minott,
The Music Machine,
Ronan,
The Count Five,
the Human League,
Kerri Chandler,
Flash Fearless,
Barry Ungar,
Jeff Mills,
Royal Trux,
F. McDonald,
Sun Ra,
The Mojo Men,
Malaria!,
Shuggie Otis,
The Fuzztones,
Jacques Brel,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lucky Dragons,
Minor Threat,
Al Stewart,
The Residents,
The Grass Roots,
The Raincoats,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Con Funk Shun,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marmalade,
The Velvet Underground,
The New Christs,
Brass Construction,
These Immortal Souls,
Roger Hodgson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bush Tetras,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Misunderstood,
Boredoms,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eli Mardock,
Zapp,
John Lydon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kaleidoscope,
KRS-One,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Standells,
Big Daddy Kane,
Unwound,
The Kinks,
Qualms,
Charles Mingus,
Harmonia,
Ultimate Spinach,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cybotron,
Excepter,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.