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 Madagascar and from Hong Kong.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 harpsichord 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 Wolf Eyes to the grime 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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
The Sound,
KRS-One,
Grandmaster Flash,
Essential Logic,
Pantaleimon,
48th St. Collective,
Quantec,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Germs,
Wasted Youth,
Kaleidoscope,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sight & Sound,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Brick,
Ultravox,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Skaos,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eric Dolphy,
Toni Rubio,
Rekid,
Au Pairs,
The Smoke,
Arthur Verocai,
Echospace,
Motorama,
Kenny Larkin,
The Misunderstood,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
D'Angelo,
Deakin,
Byron Stingily,
Mark Hollis,
Eurythmics,
CMW,
Wire,
Jacob Miller,
The Move,
DNA,
Shoche,
Amazonics,
Altered Images,
Godley & Creme,
The Moody Blues,
Porter Ricks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rapeman,
A Certain Ratio,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pantytec,
Black Flag,
Marshall Jefferson,
Aural Exciters,
The Residents,
Zapp,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Josef K,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.