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 Paraguay and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tokyo.
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 chamberlin 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 Country Teasers to the jazz 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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke 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 arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Janne Schatter,
Ultravox,
Moss Icon,
Toni Rubio,
The Knickerbockers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Delta 5,
Outsiders,
Rapeman,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bang On A Can,
Zapp,
Saccharine Trust,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cal Tjader,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Parry Music,
A Certain Ratio,
Dawn Penn,
Rakim,
Cluster,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dual Sessions,
Grey Daturas,
Alton Ellis,
Fat Boys,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sight & Sound,
Warsaw,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lower 48,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Techniques,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tears for Fears,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Normal,
the Slits,
Radio Birdman,
Ultimate Spinach,
ABBA,
Soft Cell,
Johnny Osbourne,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sarah Menescal,
Make Up,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sonny Sharrock,
AZ,
Terry Callier,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jandek,
Neil Young,
The Raincoats,
Skarface,
Agent Orange,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.