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 Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Al Stewart to the funk 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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Guru Guru,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Velvet Underground,
Gastr Del Sol,
OOIOO,
Trumans Water,
Livin' Joy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Henry Cow,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Sonics,
Delon & Dalcan,
Danielle Patucci,
Sandy B,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Anakelly,
The Grass Roots,
Colin Newman,
Radiohead,
Eden Ahbez,
Spandau Ballet,
Ronan,
EPMD,
Tropical Tobacco,
Alphaville,
Silicon Teens,
Blancmange,
Connie Case,
Model 500,
The Five Americans,
Index,
Idris Muhammad,
Dawn Penn,
The Human League,
Man Parrish,
Tommy Roe,
The Moody Blues,
Robert Wyatt,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Essential Logic,
Shuggie Otis,
X-101,
Khruangbin,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lou Christie,
The Pretty Things,
Godley & Creme,
James White and The Blacks,
Make Up,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Faraquet,
The Zeros,
Black Flag,
the Germs,
Camouflage,
Chrome,
Marmalade,
Ponytail,
The Durutti Column,
Johnny Clarke,
Rufus Thomas,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.