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 Bulgaria and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Scott Walker to the dance 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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
The Doors,
Joe Smooth,
Soulsonic Force,
Trumans Water,
Eurythmics,
Jawbox,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Move,
Tim Buckley,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bobby Hutcherson,
David Bowie,
The Cure,
Rufus Thomas,
Niagra,
Jacques Brel,
Unwound,
Ultravox,
Von Mondo,
Anakelly,
Urselle,
the Human League,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lower 48,
Archie Shepp,
Supertramp,
The American Breed,
the Normal,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Litter,
John Foxx,
Wolf Eyes,
The Modern Lovers,
Q65,
Ohio Players,
The Saints,
The Misunderstood,
Newcleus,
X-101,
The Young Rascals,
Brass Construction,
The Grass Roots,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
This Heat,
Lakeside,
Gichy Dan,
Amazonics,
Terrestrial Tones,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Accadde A,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bill Near,
Alton Ellis,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Busters,
Maurizio,
Scion,
Letta Mbulu,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.