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 Lithuania and from Stockholm.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 clarinet 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 T. Rex to the rap 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Loose Ends,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Junior Murvin,
The Cure,
Letta Mbulu,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Grey Daturas,
The Associates,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Andrew Hill,
Susan Cadogan,
Duran Duran,
Metal Thangz,
The Evens,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scientists,
Minny Pops,
Television,
DJ Sneak,
Gabor Szabo,
Marine Girls,
Lebanon Hanover,
Altered Images,
The Slits,
World's Most,
Spandau Ballet,
Scrapy,
Banda Bassotti,
Robert Görl,
Sound Behaviour,
Goldenarms,
New Order,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Camouflage,
KRS-One,
Dual Sessions,
Pantaleimon,
Scott Walker,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Piero Umiliani,
Robert Wyatt,
The Gun Club,
The Sonics,
the Human League,
Marvin Gaye,
Aswad,
Matthew Halsall,
Johnny Osbourne,
The United States of America,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sandy B,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Wally Richardson,
Icehouse,
EPMD,
The Skatalites,
10cc,
Roxy Music,
Mo-Dettes,
The Leaves,
Masters at Work,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.