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 Finland and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bluetip to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lakeside,
Fat Boys,
Janne Schatter,
The Black Dice,
The Monks,
In Retrospect,
Infiniti,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Grass Roots,
the Germs,
Metal Thangz,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pulsallama,
Hot Snakes,
Al Stewart,
The Smiths,
Vladislav Delay,
Brick,
Black Pus,
MC5,
Sex Pistols,
Johnny Osbourne,
Erasure,
Popol Vuh,
DNA,
Quantec,
Surgeon,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dawn Penn,
The Real Kids,
Pantytec,
UT,
The Neon Judgement,
June of 44,
Arthur Verocai,
Excepter,
John Cale,
Archie Shepp,
Liliput,
Swans,
Y Pants,
Japan,
Hasil Adkins,
Anthony Braxton,
Accadde A,
Desert Stars,
Niagra,
Rakim,
Pole,
Scion,
Malaria!,
Qualms,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pharoah Sanders,
Theoretical Girls,
Lou Christie,
the Human League,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.