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 Austria and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin 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 Young Marble Giants to the rock 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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Young Marble Giants,
Rakim,
The Five Americans,
Barclay James Harvest,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Sonics,
Mark Hollis,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Chris Corsano,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Knickerbockers,
Cybotron,
Pantytec,
Newcleus,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Television,
Minny Pops,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nils Olav,
The Pretty Things,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Brick,
Eli Mardock,
Rosa Yemen,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Section 25,
Letta Mbulu,
Country Teasers,
The Remains,
AZ,
K-Klass,
Unwound,
Y Pants,
The Star Department,
Con Funk Shun,
The Black Dice,
Bluetip,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dark Day,
Soft Cell,
Rod Modell,
Derrick May,
These Immortal Souls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lalann,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sandy B,
The Busters,
Ralphi Rosario,
Shoche,
A Certain Ratio,
Aaron Thompson,
Ronan,
Banda Bassotti,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.