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 Tunisia and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 linndrum 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the disco 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Darondo,
Accadde A,
Parry Music,
The Monks,
Scott Walker,
Crime,
Erasure,
the Normal,
Mission of Burma,
Q and Not U,
Dead Boys,
Yazoo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Loose Ends,
Connie Case,
Bobby Sherman,
Hardrive,
Tres Demented,
Excepter,
Sun City Girls,
Howard Jones,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cameo,
Prince Buster,
Bluetip,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Alton Ellis,
Sam Rivers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sister Nancy,
Terry Callier,
Girls At Our Best!,
E-Dancer,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Hot Snakes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Massinfluence,
June Days,
The Happenings,
New Age Steppers,
John Foxx,
The Saints,
Chrome,
Marc Almond,
Kerrie Biddell,
Neil Young,
Byron Stingily,
The Durutti Column,
Danielle Patucci,
Easy Going,
Junior Murvin,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Evens,
Babytalk,
Flipper,
Toni Rubio,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Isaac Hayes,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.