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 Philippines and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Warren Ellis to the dance 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Vogues,
Delon & Dalcan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gang Starr,
The Offenders,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Residents,
Silicon Teens,
The Dead C,
Model 500,
Eric Dolphy,
The Pretty Things,
Easy Going,
Jerry's Kids,
Sun City Girls,
The Fortunes,
Flamin' Groovies,
AZ,
Pole,
Sugar Minott,
Joy Division,
Das Ding,
The Velvet Underground,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Graham Central Station,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Oblivians,
Brand Nubian,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Invisible,
Circle Jerks,
Yazoo,
Liliput,
Maurizio,
Qualms,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Skatalites,
Radio Birdman,
Fatback Band,
Sarah Menescal,
The Walker Brothers,
Wolf Eyes,
Scott Walker,
Carl Craig,
Blake Baxter,
Nick Fraelich,
Brass Construction,
Pet Shop Boys,
New York Dolls,
Thee Headcoats,
The Happenings,
Suicide,
Grey Daturas,
June of 44,
Thompson Twins,
10cc,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.