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 Seychelles and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 organ 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 Infiniti to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Chrome,
Au Pairs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
CMW,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Smoke,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Gories,
R.M.O.,
The Tremeloes,
The Barracudas,
Sonic Youth,
Vainqueur,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Deepchord,
The Fortunes,
Tears for Fears,
The Stooges,
The Remains,
Neu!,
Sällskapet,
Ultra Naté,
Q65,
The Blues Magoos,
Throbbing Gristle,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eric Copeland,
The Litter,
Sarah Menescal,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Neil Young,
Fat Boys,
Amon Düül II,
Trumans Water,
Cymande,
Wally Richardson,
Mad Mike,
Excepter,
The Music Machine,
John Holt,
Von Mondo,
Flash Fearless,
The Skatalites,
The Offenders,
Man Parrish,
Q and Not U,
Freddie Wadling,
Lee Hazlewood,
Maurizio,
Bobby Byrd,
Half Japanese,
Eli Mardock,
Chris Corsano,
This Heat,
Public Enemy,
Banda Bassotti,
Outsiders,
Faraquet,
Scan 7,
The Selecter,
Ornette Coleman,
Fad Gadget,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.