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 Equatorial Guinea and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Harry Pussy to the grime 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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Susan Cadogan,
Warsaw,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
cv313,
Darondo,
Swell Maps,
Make Up,
Sonic Youth,
Sonny Sharrock,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gichy Dan,
the Germs,
The Last Poets,
Kenny Larkin,
Scan 7,
Soft Machine,
Pagans,
Urselle,
Mo-Dettes,
The Barracudas,
The Real Kids,
The Monks,
Suicide,
Rekid,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Raincoats,
Wally Richardson,
The Sonics,
Outsiders,
Ten City,
David McCallum,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Monolake,
Kayak,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Leaves,
The Misunderstood,
Jawbox,
The Pretty Things,
Organ,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Busters,
Bobby Sherman,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Roy Ayers,
Prince Buster,
Pantytec,
The Vogues,
Magazine,
The Durutti Column,
Scratch Acid,
Funky Four + One,
Lightning Bolt,
Stetsasonic,
Guru Guru,
Siglo XX,
Motorama,
Inner City,
Robert Wyatt,
the Association,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.