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 Argentina and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Porter Ricks to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
The Knickerbockers,
Subhumans,
Sparks,
Nation of Ulysses,
John Coltrane,
Public Image Ltd.,
Joy Division,
Eddi Front,
The Angels of Light,
The Searchers,
the Swans,
Electric Prunes,
Roxy Music,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
La Düsseldorf,
Terrestrial Tones,
Girls At Our Best!,
Minny Pops,
Spandau Ballet,
Japan,
Isaac Hayes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sällskapet,
DNA,
Joey Negro,
Kenny Larkin,
Darondo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ice-T,
Rakim,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marshall Jefferson,
Henry Cow,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Camberwell Now,
The Buckinghams,
Sugar Minott,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Sound,
The Monks,
H. Thieme,
The Last Poets,
John Holt,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Angry Samoans,
Talk Talk,
Von Mondo,
Mark Hollis,
Joyce Sims,
Tommy Roe,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Young Rascals,
Steve Hackett,
Shuggie Otis,
Scan 7,
ABC,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.