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 Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Rapeman to the jazz 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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s 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 Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Nirvana,
Ronan,
Tropical Tobacco,
UT,
Jerry's Kids,
Unrelated Segments,
Au Pairs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Spandau Ballet,
Soft Cell,
The Raincoats,
Mars,
ABC,
Erasure,
Black Flag,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nils Olav,
Deadbeat,
Delta 5,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Banda Bassotti,
Youth Brigade,
Groovy Waters,
The Toasters,
Albert Ayler,
Sonny Sharrock,
10cc,
Soft Machine,
Deakin,
Neu!,
Duran Duran,
Warren Ellis,
The Dirtbombs,
Man Parrish,
Pussy Galore,
David McCallum,
Surgeon,
Steve Hackett,
Buzzcocks,
These Immortal Souls,
Rapeman,
cv313,
Scott Walker,
The Music Machine,
Skarface,
Josef K,
K-Klass,
KRS-One,
Eurythmics,
The Human League,
Godley & Creme,
Boredoms,
Zapp,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pulsallama,
Delon & Dalcan,
OOIOO,
Eric Copeland,
Ken Boothe,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.