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 South Africa and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Tomorrow to the rap 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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon 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 an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Archie Shepp,
Pierre Henry,
David Axelrod,
Kerrie Biddell,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Star Department,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Newcleus,
The Walker Brothers,
The Black Dice,
In Retrospect,
Blancmange,
Jawbox,
The Standells,
Suburban Knight,
Echospace,
The Cure,
Curtis Mayfield,
Warren Ellis,
K-Klass,
the Bar-Kays,
Steve Hackett,
48th St. Collective,
Eddi Front,
Young Marble Giants,
R.M.O.,
The Slits,
Yazoo,
Unrelated Segments,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sonic Youth,
The Fuzztones,
EPMD,
Max Romeo,
Buzzcocks,
Blake Baxter,
Faraquet,
Depeche Mode,
The Names,
Freddie Wadling,
Cluster,
Jeff Mills,
a-ha,
Mandrill,
Rites of Spring,
A Certain Ratio,
Das Ding,
Boz Scaggs,
The Sonics,
John Foxx,
Skarface,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Moleskins,
Dual Sessions,
Moss Icon,
Marcia Griffiths,
Zero Boys,
Gang of Four,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.