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 Mauritania and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bologna.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Cal Tjader to the grunge 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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Rekid,
Rotary Connection,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Selecter,
Wings,
Michelle Simonal,
Ultimate Spinach,
James White and The Blacks,
The Doors,
Radio Birdman,
Tom Boy,
The Durutti Column,
The Pretty Things,
Audionom,
Tommy Roe,
Black Moon,
Deepchord,
Terry Callier,
Lou Christie,
Girls At Our Best!,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scrapy,
The Searchers,
Nas,
Robert Görl,
The Standells,
Eric Dolphy,
Groovy Waters,
Throbbing Gristle,
Unwound,
Bobby Byrd,
Peter and Kerry,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lou Reed,
Neil Young,
Gang Starr,
Soft Cell,
Index,
Pulsallama,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tres Demented,
Avey Tare,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Erasure,
The Count Five,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cecil Taylor,
Ronnie Foster,
Zapp,
Albert Ayler,
Peter & Gordon,
Archie Shepp,
Stiv Bators,
Maleditus Sound,
Silicon Teens,
Lalann,
La Düsseldorf,
Goldenarms,
Public Image Ltd.,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.