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 Macedonia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Victims to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 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 Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Das Ding,
Anakelly,
David McCallum,
Ultravox,
Marine Girls,
DJ Sneak,
Los Fastidios,
Mission of Burma,
The Doors,
Pulsallama,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Raincoats,
Brand Nubian,
Soulsonic Force,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Blancmange,
The Zeros,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scientists,
Kaleidoscope,
Theoretical Girls,
Robert Wyatt,
Hot Snakes,
One Last Wish,
Von Mondo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ralphi Rosario,
Archie Shepp,
Tommy Roe,
The Kinks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nas,
Bobby Womack,
Arab on Radar,
The Fall,
Eve St. Jones,
Cluster,
The Evens,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Dead C,
Nation of Ulysses,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Donald Byrd,
Television Personalities,
The Selecter,
The Divine Comedy,
Godley & Creme,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Deadbeat,
Lightning Bolt,
Aural Exciters,
Clear Light,
Aswad,
Young Marble Giants,
Underground Resistance,
Albert Ayler,
Reagan Youth,
X-Ray Spex,
The Walker Brothers,
B.T. Express,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.