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 Russia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the grunge 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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Ohio Players,
David Axelrod,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jeff Lynne,
Rotary Connection,
Tomorrow,
Dorothy Ashby,
Avey Tare,
the Sonics,
The Alarm Clocks,
Godley & Creme,
DJ Sneak,
The Sound,
Accadde A,
This Heat,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Detroit Cobras,
Panda Bear,
Rod Modell,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kevin Saunderson,
a-ha,
Derrick Morgan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dawn Penn,
China Crisis,
Brick,
Second Layer,
John Lydon,
The Knickerbockers,
Moss Icon,
Malaria!,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Gun Club,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lower 48,
Smog,
Sex Pistols,
Janne Schatter,
Arthur Verocai,
Man Parrish,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Marmalade,
Gang Gang Dance,
Althea and Donna,
Fugazi,
Organ,
Au Pairs,
Ludus,
Los Fastidios,
Loose Ends,
Masters at Work,
the Soft Cell,
Crash Course in Science,
Chris Corsano,
Inner City,
The Associates,
Flash Fearless,
Babytalk,
Mark Hollis,
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.