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 Senegal and from Seoul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Blues Magoos to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Isaac Hayes,
The Blues Magoos,
Althea and Donna,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gang Green,
Marmalade,
John Cale,
Talk Talk,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Skarface,
Adolescents,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Yazoo,
The Busters,
The J.B.'s,
a-ha,
The Tremeloes,
Rakim,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Brick,
Amon Düül II,
Drexciya,
Schoolly D,
Index,
Liliput,
the Soft Cell,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Saccharine Trust,
James White and The Blacks,
Barrington Levy,
MDC,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Wasted Youth,
Moby Grape,
Youth Brigade,
Aswad,
Chrome,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jacques Brel,
Kayak,
The Toasters,
Swell Maps,
Groovy Waters,
The Birthday Party,
Urselle,
Easy Going,
Eden Ahbez,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Mummies,
The Human League,
The Star Department,
Dark Day,
Pantaleimon,
PIL,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Brass Construction,
Sixth Finger,
Crispy Ambulance,
Marvin Gaye,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.