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 New Zealand and from London.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 snare 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 Half Japanese to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Victims. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer 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 chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Crispy Ambulance,
K-Klass,
Camouflage,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jeff Lynne,
Jerry's Kids,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Desert Stars,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Skatalites,
Yazoo,
Dorothy Ashby,
Minnie Riperton,
Joey Negro,
Barbara Tucker,
Henry Cow,
Fear,
The Remains,
Dave Gahan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eve St. Jones,
Mission of Burma,
The Divine Comedy,
Thompson Twins,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bush Tetras,
Echospace,
Section 25,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bobby Womack,
The Gun Club,
Ultra Naté,
Pagans,
Flash Fearless,
Charles Mingus,
The Associates,
Gang Gang Dance,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Anthony Braxton,
Rufus Thomas,
Average White Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Doors,
Stereo Dub,
DJ Sneak,
Lakeside,
Little Man,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Star Department,
Faraquet,
cv313,
The Fugs,
Liliput,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Terry Callier,
Boredoms,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.