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 Nicaragua 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 arpeggiator 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 Essential Logic to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 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 mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Robert Hood,
Soul Sonic Force,
Thompson Twins,
Funky Four + One,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ronan,
Scott Walker,
Ludus,
Eve St. Jones,
Reuben Wilson,
Bad Manners,
Yusef Lateef,
ABBA,
Susan Cadogan,
Cameo,
Stiv Bators,
Maleditus Sound,
Tim Buckley,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bobby Womack,
Guru Guru,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jandek,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
X-101,
Royal Trux,
David Axelrod,
Sex Pistols,
Public Enemy,
Icehouse,
Unrelated Segments,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Buckinghams,
The Durutti Column,
T.S.O.L.,
Peter and Kerry,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Subhumans,
John Cale,
Minnie Riperton,
Colin Newman,
The Saints,
Eric B and Rakim,
L. Decosne,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Echospace,
Nick Fraelich,
DNA,
Steve Hackett,
Joe Smooth,
The Fugs,
Idris Muhammad,
Black Bananas,
The Residents,
Negative Approach,
Lakeside,
Alton Ellis,
Los Fastidios,
Judy Mowatt,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.