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 Saudi Arabia 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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Lou Reed 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 Gichy Dan to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Desert Stars,
Grey Daturas,
Delta 5,
Underground Resistance,
F. McDonald,
The Trojans,
T.S.O.L.,
The Music Machine,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Anakelly,
ABBA,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Alison Limerick,
Gastr Del Sol,
Iggy Pop,
Bill Wells,
Goldenarms,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Reuben Wilson,
Fugazi,
Neil Young,
The Fall,
Livin' Joy,
Arthur Verocai,
Sarah Menescal,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eric Copeland,
The Invisible,
The Names,
DJ Style,
T. Rex,
MC5,
The Dave Clark Five,
Toni Rubio,
The Sisters of Mercy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Germs,
The Black Dice,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gang of Four,
Althea and Donna,
Joe Finger,
the Association,
Nirvana,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jeru the Damaja,
This Heat,
The Vogues,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Toasters,
The Litter,
Kevin Saunderson,
Parry Music,
Marmalade,
Ten City,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Amon Düül,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.