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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 snare 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 Groovy Waters to the punk 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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Massinfluence,
Niagra,
B.T. Express,
Roger Hodgson,
Laurel Aitken,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tommy Roe,
The Raincoats,
These Immortal Souls,
Lakeside,
John Cale,
Symarip,
Panda Bear,
The Searchers,
Camouflage,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Hot Snakes,
Alphaville,
Robert Wyatt,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Stooges,
The Young Rascals,
The Victims,
Erykah Badu,
Nation of Ulysses,
Stetsasonic,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Severed Heads,
Country Teasers,
Steve Hackett,
Pantytec,
Arthur Verocai,
Bauhaus,
Rufus Thomas,
T.S.O.L.,
Roy Ayers,
Man Parrish,
Franke,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ossler,
Sixth Finger,
Reagan Youth,
China Crisis,
Visage,
Kerri Chandler,
Flipper,
the Germs,
Lindisfarne,
Trumans Water,
The Velvet Underground,
the Soft Cell,
Schoolly D,
Sun City Girls,
Gong,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rakim,
Joensuu 1685,
The Techniques,
Crispian St. Peters,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.