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 Zambia and from Tokyo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Flamin' Groovies to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 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 Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Shuggie Otis,
Ornette Coleman,
Make Up,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rekid,
Iggy Pop,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
David Bowie,
The Pretty Things,
Glambeats Corp.,
Davy DMX,
Kenny Larkin,
K-Klass,
A Certain Ratio,
The Neon Judgement,
Laurel Aitken,
Aloha Tigers,
Swans,
Ludus,
Minutemen,
Sugar Minott,
Franke,
Gang Green,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mantronix,
Grauzone,
Reagan Youth,
Nirvana,
The Associates,
Q and Not U,
Pere Ubu,
Avey Tare,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tomorrow,
Eli Mardock,
Q65,
the Soft Cell,
The Techniques,
The Golliwogs,
Kerri Chandler,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Real Kids,
Ultra Naté,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Echospace,
Moebius,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
B.T. Express,
Soul II Soul,
PIL,
Sun City Girls,
Max Romeo,
Robert Görl,
Procol Harum,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Connie Case,
Youth Brigade,
8 Eyed Spy,
Schoolly D,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.