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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 clarinet 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 La Düsseldorf to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
The Five Americans,
Roxy Music,
Bang On A Can,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Curtis Mayfield,
E-Dancer,
Duran Duran,
The Shadows of Knight,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Flesh Eaters,
Inner City,
Hasil Adkins,
T.S.O.L.,
Sun City Girls,
Gichy Dan,
Todd Rundgren,
Accadde A,
Mission of Burma,
Bill Near,
Harpers Bizarre,
D'Angelo,
The Offenders,
Amon Düül,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Derrick Morgan,
Soft Machine,
Buzzcocks,
Darondo,
Ludus,
Henry Cow,
ABC,
David McCallum,
Ronnie Foster,
Slick Rick,
Kenny Larkin,
Avey Tare,
Camouflage,
Echospace,
Big Daddy Kane,
Neil Young,
Model 500,
Ituana,
Skarface,
Zero Boys,
Sex Pistols,
Aaron Thompson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Seeds,
Matthew Halsall,
Q and Not U,
Roy Ayers,
Circle Jerks,
the Germs,
Spandau Ballet,
Rosa Yemen,
The Cowsills,
Joe Smooth,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sister Nancy,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.