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 Uganda and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Mars to the electroclash 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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Symarip,
Arcadia,
Buzzcocks,
Leonard Cohen,
Underground Resistance,
Barrington Levy,
Infiniti,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Porter Ricks,
The Wake,
Bill Wells,
Metal Thangz,
Niagra,
Byron Stingily,
Fear,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jeff Lynne,
Mo-Dettes,
Young Marble Giants,
Rod Modell,
Brothers Johnson,
Gang Starr,
Sugar Minott,
Desert Stars,
The Slits,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Gories,
The Happenings,
Oblivians,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kas Product,
Model 500,
D'Angelo,
Maurizio,
Ice-T,
Terrestrial Tones,
Althea and Donna,
Moebius,
Alton Ellis,
The Young Rascals,
Roger Hodgson,
Jacques Brel,
Ultravox,
Massinfluence,
Yaz,
The Doors,
Kaleidoscope,
Big Daddy Kane,
Anakelly,
Supertramp,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Los Fastidios,
Al Stewart,
Mandrill,
Public Enemy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.