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 Georgia and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Jakarta.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the rock 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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
FM Einheit,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Music Machine,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bill Wells,
X-101,
MC5,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Alarm Clocks,
Black Pus,
Sparks,
Kerri Chandler,
Organ,
The Monochrome Set,
The Fall,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lee Hazlewood,
Altered Images,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sister Nancy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Colin Newman,
Nirvana,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Motions,
The Gladiators,
Junior Murvin,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bronski Beat,
the Swans,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Monks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Vladislav Delay,
Kenny Larkin,
Henry Cow,
Eden Ahbez,
The Saints,
Easy Going,
Eric Copeland,
Danielle Patucci,
Banda Bassotti,
Talk Talk,
Amazonics,
Mary Jane Girls,
Roxette,
The Names,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sight & Sound,
Funky Four + One,
Sex Pistols,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Big Daddy Kane,
Interpol,
Massinfluence,
Bizarre Inc.,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.