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 Uruguay and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Wings to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Jawbox,
Davy DMX,
Soulsonic Force,
Rufus Thomas,
MDC,
Janne Schatter,
Hashim,
New Order,
The Mummies,
The Golliwogs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Techniques,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Essential Logic,
Radiohead,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Thee Headcoats,
the Slits,
The Count Five,
Terry Callier,
Alphaville,
The Stooges,
Sarah Menescal,
The Angels of Light,
Donald Byrd,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Siglo XX,
Susan Cadogan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mr. Review,
A Certain Ratio,
Quando Quango,
Radio Birdman,
Rekid,
Yusef Lateef,
The Walker Brothers,
H. Thieme,
R.M.O.,
Royal Trux,
Spoonie Gee,
Arcadia,
Faraquet,
Camberwell Now,
Stereo Dub,
Suicide,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jeff Lynne,
L. Decosne,
KRS-One,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
June of 44,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bang On A Can,
The Move,
Alton Ellis,
Kas Product,
Black Sheep,
The Young Rascals,
The Fire Engines,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.