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 Swaziland and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Pantytec to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Flipper,
June Days,
Josef K,
Al Stewart,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gabor Szabo,
Mark Hollis,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The United States of America,
Crispy Ambulance,
Reagan Youth,
The Grass Roots,
Susan Cadogan,
Bush Tetras,
Magazine,
Kerrie Biddell,
Model 500,
Joey Negro,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Divine Comedy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Stereo Dub,
Soul II Soul,
Main Source,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Bar-Kays,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sam Rivers,
In Retrospect,
Slick Rick,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sight & Sound,
Duran Duran,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Yaz,
The Count Five,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Gun Club,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fear,
X-Ray Spex,
Dennis Brown,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Accadde A,
Basic Channel,
Cybotron,
Nick Fraelich,
The Saints,
Eden Ahbez,
X-102,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Henry Cow,
Nico,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Barbara Tucker,
Grey Daturas,
Metal Thangz,
FM Einheit,
Terry Callier,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.