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 Austria and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 marimba 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 A Certain Ratio to the rock 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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Altered Images,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kas Product,
The Mummies,
Lucky Dragons,
Youth Brigade,
Bang On A Can,
The Gap Band,
Flash Fearless,
Rosa Yemen,
Accadde A,
Lightning Bolt,
Barbara Tucker,
Cameo,
The Modern Lovers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bill Near,
the Slits,
Monolake,
The Smoke,
Isaac Hayes,
CMW,
Mark Hollis,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gang Green,
Wire,
Funky Four + One,
The Zeros,
Tomorrow,
Joey Negro,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eddi Front,
Silicon Teens,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Al Stewart,
Graham Central Station,
Thompson Twins,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lyres,
Anthony Braxton,
Icehouse,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dual Sessions,
Guru Guru,
Faust,
Boogie Down Productions,
Barclay James Harvest,
Shoche,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Young Marble Giants,
Sandy B,
Livin' Joy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
Brand Nubian,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Electric Prunes,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.