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 Botswana and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Thee Headcoats,
Lebanon Hanover,
Magma,
Yaz,
Basic Channel,
Duran Duran,
Carl Craig,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Minutemen,
The Blues Magoos,
John Holt,
Cluster,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Swans,
Moebius,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Girls At Our Best!,
Joe Finger,
U.S. Maple,
Lightning Bolt,
Lower 48,
The Kinks,
Sällskapet,
Kerri Chandler,
The American Breed,
CMW,
Can,
kango's stein massive,
The New Christs,
Au Pairs,
Niagra,
Inner City,
Donny Hathaway,
Infiniti,
Gang Green,
Young Marble Giants,
Nik Kershaw,
Brick,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Motions,
Barrington Levy,
Television,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lungfish,
Alison Limerick,
Jeff Mills,
Hardrive,
Hashim,
Sun City Girls,
Toni Rubio,
Magazine,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Fall,
The Fugs,
Reuben Wilson,
Desert Stars,
Colin Newman,
Make Up,
Model 500,
Amon Düül II,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.