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 Senegal and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fad Gadget to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Anthony Braxton,
Chris Corsano,
Bad Manners,
The Star Department,
The Alarm Clocks,
Erasure,
Rapeman,
The Last Poets,
Masters at Work,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Thompson Twins,
Bootsy Collins,
Sound Behaviour,
The Tremeloes,
Liliput,
A Certain Ratio,
Dark Day,
Alice Coltrane,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Flesh Eaters,
LL Cool J,
Drive Like Jehu,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lee Hazlewood,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ken Boothe,
Steve Hackett,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Adolescents,
The Martian,
Khruangbin,
Maleditus Sound,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Grass Roots,
The Blues Magoos,
The Beau Brummels,
Dawn Penn,
David Bowie,
The Gories,
Yaz,
Youth Brigade,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Urselle,
The Mojo Men,
Jeff Lynne,
Wally Richardson,
Peter and Kerry,
Curtis Mayfield,
Piero Umiliani,
Tears for Fears,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Camouflage,
Peter & Gordon,
Sun Ra,
The Barracudas,
H. Thieme,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.