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 Bulgaria and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 John Foxx to the funk 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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey 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?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scientists,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Flash Fearless,
The Human League,
Schoolly D,
A Certain Ratio,
The Walker Brothers,
Pole,
Matthew Bourne,
Fela Kuti,
Jesper Dahlback,
Khruangbin,
Frankie Knuckles,
Swell Maps,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Niagra,
Barrington Levy,
the Fania All-Stars,
David Bowie,
Robert Wyatt,
Wings,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Model 500,
The Smiths,
Kerrie Biddell,
Minnie Riperton,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Real Kids,
Cal Tjader,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Excepter,
The Red Krayola,
Jacques Brel,
Loose Ends,
Peter and Kerry,
OOIOO,
Joey Negro,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bobby Womack,
Bill Near,
The Modern Lovers,
Oblivians,
Suburban Knight,
The J.B.'s,
Charles Mingus,
MC5,
Anthony Braxton,
The Electric Prunes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
David McCallum,
the Association,
cv313,
X-101,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Deepchord,
Fear,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fugazi,
Infiniti,
Basic Channel,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.