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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Portland.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Donald Fagen 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 Bad Manners to the rock 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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord 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 theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Warren Ellis,
ABC,
Zero Boys,
Main Source,
Deadbeat,
Jerry's Kids,
Mars,
The Vogues,
D'Angelo,
Bauhaus,
Ultra Naté,
Delta 5,
Yusef Lateef,
Marcia Griffiths,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Remains,
Sonic Youth,
Gang Starr,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Erasure,
Dennis Brown,
Fear,
The Neon Judgement,
the Human League,
Con Funk Shun,
Moby Grape,
Erykah Badu,
Pere Ubu,
The Sonics,
London Community Gospel Choir,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Fire Engines,
PIL,
Lou Christie,
Harry Pussy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Drexciya,
Black Moon,
Los Fastidios,
CMW,
Gong,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eric Dolphy,
La Düsseldorf,
Roxy Music,
Sex Pistols,
The Mummies,
The Gap Band,
Soft Machine,
Ten City,
Flamin' Groovies,
K-Klass,
Soul II Soul,
Wally Richardson,
The Residents,
Chris Corsano,
Organ,
Tom Boy,
Glenn Branca,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
These Immortal Souls,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.