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 Syria and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bang On A Can to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
L. Decosne,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eli Mardock,
Can,
Saccharine Trust,
The Kinks,
The Evens,
World's Most,
John Cale,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ken Boothe,
Monolake,
Lucky Dragons,
Erasure,
Ice-T,
Los Fastidios,
The New Christs,
The Trojans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Joe Finger,
Robert Görl,
Delta 5,
Glambeats Corp.,
KRS-One,
Dark Day,
Oneida,
Pole,
Jacob Miller,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Velvet Underground,
Panda Bear,
Bronski Beat,
Johnny Osbourne,
Soft Machine,
The Durutti Column,
The Blues Magoos,
Maurizio,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sonic Youth,
Roxette,
Jimmy McGriff,
R.M.O.,
Nas,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kurtis Blow,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Section 25,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Yellowson,
Stetsasonic,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Amon Düül II,
Tres Demented,
Index,
Au Pairs,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rapeman,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
UT,
The Stooges,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.