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 the UAE and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 mellotron 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 Idris Muhammad to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
The Pop Group,
Stetsasonic,
The Cowsills,
Metal Thangz,
The Fortunes,
Eden Ahbez,
Anakelly,
Moebius,
Silicon Teens,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Zeros,
Amazonics,
Monks,
Essential Logic,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Count Five,
Steve Hackett,
Sandy B,
Derrick May,
Colin Newman,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Japan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lebanon Hanover,
Piero Umiliani,
Skarface,
Big Daddy Kane,
Moss Icon,
Neil Young,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lindisfarne,
Robert Hood,
Model 500,
X-Ray Spex,
Panda Bear,
Zero Boys,
Judy Mowatt,
Schoolly D,
These Immortal Souls,
The Fall,
Gang of Four,
Sister Nancy,
Youth Brigade,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Association,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mr. Review,
The Wake,
Absolute Body Control,
Rosa Yemen,
Gregory Isaacs,
This Heat,
Symarip,
The Tremeloes,
Graham Central Station,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mandrill,
Deadbeat,
Trumans Water,
Sight & Sound,
Goldenarms,
Alice Coltrane,
The Standells,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.