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 Sierra Leone and from Tokyo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Milan.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Victims to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Porter Ricks,
Don Cherry,
Marshall Jefferson,
Loose Ends,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Deepchord,
Symarip,
Harmonia,
Popol Vuh,
Darondo,
Albert Ayler,
Ponytail,
The Tremeloes,
Mandrill,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Matthew Halsall,
Colin Newman,
Bronski Beat,
Radiohead,
Cluster,
Country Teasers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fatback Band,
Average White Band,
Talk Talk,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Carl Craig,
La Düsseldorf,
ABBA,
The Walker Brothers,
Pulsallama,
Scan 7,
World's Most,
Supertramp,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Sonics,
The Birthday Party,
Black Sheep,
Severed Heads,
Livin' Joy,
Magazine,
Wire,
The American Breed,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ossler,
MC5,
Spoonie Gee,
Sun Ra,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Flesh Eaters,
Suicide,
T. Rex,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nirvana,
Agent Orange,
Parry Music,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.