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 Tanzania and from Johannesburg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Calgary.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Throbbing Gristle to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Motions. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Zeros record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
The American Breed,
T.S.O.L.,
The Moleskins,
Magazine,
E-Dancer,
Deepchord,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nik Kershaw,
Procol Harum,
Piero Umiliani,
Quando Quango,
Q and Not U,
Roxy Music,
New York Dolls,
Tomorrow,
Joe Smooth,
Gregory Isaacs,
Panda Bear,
Simply Red,
The Sonics,
Alice Coltrane,
The Angels of Light,
Hashim,
Frankie Knuckles,
Quantec,
Lightning Bolt,
Banda Bassotti,
The Birthday Party,
Barrington Levy,
Patti Smith,
Cal Tjader,
Ultra Naté,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Soul II Soul,
Essential Logic,
The Doors,
Ice-T,
Thompson Twins,
The Smiths,
John Coltrane,
Erykah Badu,
Fatback Band,
Janne Schatter,
Loose Ends,
Derrick Morgan,
The Human League,
Circle Jerks,
The Martian,
The Happenings,
Mandrill,
Sound Behaviour,
Young Marble Giants,
Lakeside,
New Order,
X-102,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Bar-Kays,
Cheater Slicks,
Minny Pops,
MDC,
Tommy Roe,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.