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 Swaziland and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Madrid.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
The Moody Blues,
Kerri Chandler,
Accadde A,
John Holt,
The Martian,
Sex Pistols,
Skaos,
Heaven 17,
Surgeon,
Don Cherry,
Siglo XX,
Soul II Soul,
Roxy Music,
Shoche,
Can,
Tom Boy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Normal,
R.M.O.,
Con Funk Shun,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Remains,
The Stooges,
Altered Images,
Gerry Rafferty,
Yaz,
Connie Case,
Rod Modell,
The Slackers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Reagan Youth,
DJ Sneak,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Albert Ayler,
Deakin,
JFA,
Easy Going,
Los Fastidios,
The J.B.'s,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Alton Ellis,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Skriet,
Cameo,
Y Pants,
Black Sheep,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ultravox,
Radiohead,
Underground Resistance,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Technova,
Ten City,
The Dirtbombs,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sarah Menescal,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.