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 Yemen and from Johannesburg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 The Doobie Brothers to the techno 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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Tres Demented,
E-Dancer,
Alphaville,
Connie Case,
Laurel Aitken,
The Sound,
World's Most,
Sun Ra,
Mission of Burma,
Grandmaster Flash,
Zero Boys,
Siglo XX,
The Smiths,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lower 48,
Massinfluence,
Negative Approach,
Scan 7,
These Immortal Souls,
Mo-Dettes,
Con Funk Shun,
Sexual Harrassment,
Scratch Acid,
Thee Headcoats,
Skriet,
Henry Cow,
Reagan Youth,
Skarface,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bootsy Collins,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Yusef Lateef,
New York Dolls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
June of 44,
Dual Sessions,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jerry's Kids,
Infiniti,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tim Buckley,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Minnie Riperton,
the Normal,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Wake,
Chris Corsano,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Y Pants,
Unwound,
Moby Grape,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Tremeloes,
Livin' Joy,
Warren Ellis,
Mars,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.