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 Slovakia and from Cairo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Philadelphia.
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 marimba 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 Blossom Toes to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deakin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Eli Mardock,
Scion,
Section 25,
X-Ray Spex,
Skaos,
Siglo XX,
Barrington Levy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Liliput,
The Golliwogs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sonic Youth,
Stereo Dub,
Fluxion,
Deakin,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bang On A Can,
Bobby Sherman,
Minnie Riperton,
The Zeros,
Pere Ubu,
Harmonia,
The Knickerbockers,
The New Christs,
Kool Moe Dee,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Maurizio,
Excepter,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Easy Going,
Peter and Kerry,
Iggy Pop,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Offenders,
The Remains,
Nick Fraelich,
Alton Ellis,
The Evens,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jesper Dahlback,
Black Pus,
Rekid,
the Normal,
Jacob Miller,
Delta 5,
Gabor Szabo,
Crooked Eye,
Bob Dylan,
Gong,
Joe Finger,
Ossler,
the Germs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Soft Cell,
Lungfish,
DJ Style,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Black Dice,
Guru Guru,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.