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 Afghanistan and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Roxy Music,
Scott Walker,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Moebius,
Prince Buster,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
DNA,
Fatback Band,
The Pretty Things,
Sun City Girls,
The Gories,
The Beau Brummels,
Parry Music,
Grey Daturas,
The Doors,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rites of Spring,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Brothers Johnson,
Idris Muhammad,
Index,
Spoonie Gee,
Blancmange,
Loose Ends,
the Swans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Oneida,
Maurizio,
AZ,
The Cowsills,
Newcleus,
Isaac Hayes,
Wolf Eyes,
Oblivians,
Subhumans,
The Residents,
Silicon Teens,
Scientists,
Heaven 17,
The Neon Judgement,
Agent Orange,
Anakelly,
Gang of Four,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Danielle Patucci,
Unwound,
Donny Hathaway,
Ultimate Spinach,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Audionom,
Organ,
Bobby Womack,
Pagans,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Stooges,
James White and The Blacks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.