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 Liechtenstein and from Glasgow.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 The Happenings to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Make Up,
The Music Machine,
Matthew Halsall,
Circle Jerks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Red Krayola,
Fear,
Tomorrow,
Erasure,
The Barracudas,
MDC,
Scrapy,
Sonic Youth,
Clear Light,
Nico,
The Litter,
The Techniques,
Black Flag,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cymande,
Icehouse,
Don Cherry,
Groovy Waters,
Skriet,
Flash Fearless,
Moebius,
Guru Guru,
Aaron Thompson,
Johnny Clarke,
Lalo Schifrin,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Second Layer,
X-101,
The Seeds,
Nas,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ronnie Foster,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jandek,
Cheater Slicks,
A Certain Ratio,
Sound Behaviour,
La Düsseldorf,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Silicon Teens,
Oblivians,
Davy DMX,
Hot Snakes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kas Product,
The Trojans,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Model 500,
Q65,
The Skatalites,
the Human League,
Joy Division,
Maleditus Sound,
New York Dolls,
Wally Richardson,
Ten City,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.