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 Palau and from Accra.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Shanghai.
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 mellotron 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 The Neon Judgement to the dance 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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Adolescents,
R.M.O.,
John Foxx,
Andrew Hill,
Arab on Radar,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pole,
the Normal,
Maleditus Sound,
Ponytail,
Fifty Foot Hose,
These Immortal Souls,
Echospace,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Germs,
Grauzone,
Fela Kuti,
Liliput,
OOIOO,
Cybotron,
The Motions,
Desert Stars,
The Fortunes,
Black Flag,
Peter & Gordon,
The Busters,
The Martian,
Saccharine Trust,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Swans,
10cc,
Pylon,
Negative Approach,
Pantaleimon,
Urselle,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
This Heat,
Bobby Womack,
Drexciya,
Black Moon,
Stetsasonic,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Minnie Riperton,
Althea and Donna,
Talk Talk,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Knickerbockers,
Gang Green,
Radio Birdman,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tim Buckley,
The Grass Roots,
Interpol,
Susan Cadogan,
Slick Rick,
Intrusion,
The Blues Magoos,
Agent Orange,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Yellowson,
Marshall Jefferson,
Delta 5,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.