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 Kazakhstan and from Delhi.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Glasgow.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Josef K to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Dawn Penn,
Underground Resistance,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Count Five,
Erykah Badu,
the Germs,
Lalo Schifrin,
Big Daddy Kane,
Basic Channel,
Alice Coltrane,
Cheater Slicks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
These Immortal Souls,
June Days,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Buckinghams,
AZ,
Radiohead,
H. Thieme,
UT,
Qualms,
DJ Sneak,
Tubeway Army,
Vladislav Delay,
Arthur Verocai,
Scott Walker,
Tears for Fears,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The American Breed,
Arab on Radar,
Crooked Eye,
Silicon Teens,
New Age Steppers,
Todd Rundgren,
T.S.O.L.,
Ken Boothe,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sällskapet,
Wire,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Barracudas,
Livin' Joy,
David McCallum,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sam Rivers,
Aswad,
Alton Ellis,
Spoonie Gee,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
ABC,
Talk Talk,
Tom Boy,
Anthony Braxton,
Nick Fraelich,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Saccharine Trust,
Dark Day,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Stiv Bators,
Radiopuhelimet,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.