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 Mauritania 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Donald Fagen 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 Guru Guru to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
New Age Steppers,
Q and Not U,
Youth Brigade,
Adolescents,
Barbara Tucker,
Rekid,
These Immortal Souls,
Bluetip,
UT,
Inner City,
Scan 7,
R.M.O.,
John Lydon,
Terry Callier,
Swans,
Eric Dolphy,
Yellowson,
Andrew Hill,
Chris Corsano,
Kenny Larkin,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Little Man,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Index,
Shoche,
The Cramps,
Danielle Patucci,
Organ,
The Electric Prunes,
Silicon Teens,
Juan Atkins,
cv313,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mars,
Albert Ayler,
Jawbox,
Arcadia,
Morten Harket,
Soul II Soul,
Blake Baxter,
Angry Samoans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
T. Rex,
Maurizio,
Cluster,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tim Buckley,
Todd Terry,
Derrick Morgan,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Skatalites,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Black Dice,
Hardrive,
Howard Jones,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Spandau Ballet,
ABC,
Sällskapet,
Man Eating Sloth,
A Certain Ratio,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.