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 Trinidad & Tobago 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Flash Fearless to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Liliput,
The Busters,
Hashim,
Rufus Thomas,
Black Flag,
Scientists,
The Seeds,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Soft Cell,
the Germs,
Pagans,
The Fortunes,
Skaos,
Donny Hathaway,
X-Ray Spex,
Tubeway Army,
Agent Orange,
Bush Tetras,
Junior Murvin,
Flamin' Groovies,
Swans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Shadows of Knight,
Technova,
Maleditus Sound,
Pulsallama,
The Index,
Angry Samoans,
Don Cherry,
Peter and Kerry,
Henry Cow,
Alphaville,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bill Near,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Angels of Light,
Wally Richardson,
The Young Rascals,
Amon Düül II,
ABBA,
Dawn Penn,
Mr. Review,
The J.B.'s,
Aswad,
Peter & Gordon,
Essential Logic,
Ossler,
The Golliwogs,
Sparks,
Lightning Bolt,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Motions,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Judy Mowatt,
Derrick May,
Ituana,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mission of Burma,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.