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 Sierra Leone and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 CMW to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Quando Quango,
Easy Going,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Main Source,
The Divine Comedy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eden Ahbez,
John Coltrane,
Japan,
Q and Not U,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bill Wells,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Mojo Men,
Con Funk Shun,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Trumans Water,
D'Angelo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Soft Cell,
The Fugs,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Slackers,
Robert Görl,
Moby Grape,
The Wake,
Cluster,
Blancmange,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Smiths,
Fifty Foot Hose,
ABC,
The Victims,
Theoretical Girls,
Radiopuhelimet,
Reagan Youth,
Hasil Adkins,
Cymande,
Todd Rundgren,
Michelle Simonal,
The Invisible,
The Blackbyrds,
New York Dolls,
Blossom Toes,
Joey Negro,
The Index,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cheater Slicks,
Aswad,
Joy Division,
These Immortal Souls,
Section 25,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Janne Schatter,
Avey Tare,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Soft Cell,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.