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 Cuba and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 808 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 Flipper to the funk 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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Young Rascals,
Crime,
10cc,
Throbbing Gristle,
X-101,
Grauzone,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Delon & Dalcan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Max Romeo,
The Cramps,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Birthday Party,
Second Layer,
Janne Schatter,
Pussy Galore,
Slave,
Monolake,
Steve Hackett,
Marcia Griffiths,
Main Source,
Albert Ayler,
KRS-One,
Jacques Brel,
H. Thieme,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
MC5,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fat Boys,
Radiohead,
Matthew Bourne,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cameo,
Visage,
Can,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Bar-Kays,
The Motions,
Pharoah Sanders,
Delta 5,
Television Personalities,
Ken Boothe,
This Heat,
Lalo Schifrin,
Susan Cadogan,
Yaz,
The Pretty Things,
Thee Headcoats,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Procol Harum,
the Soft Cell,
Joy Division,
Dual Sessions,
Rekid,
Sam Rivers,
Andrew Hill,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.