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 Indonesia 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Unrelated Segments to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak 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 snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Camberwell Now,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tubeway Army,
Michelle Simonal,
Boredoms,
a-ha,
Bootsy Collins,
Soft Machine,
Alice Coltrane,
Loose Ends,
Thee Headcoats,
Pet Shop Boys,
Harmonia,
Peter & Gordon,
Toni Rubio,
Todd Terry,
Eric B and Rakim,
Young Marble Giants,
The Angels of Light,
Sound Behaviour,
Silicon Teens,
The Remains,
Yusef Lateef,
Heaven 17,
Dark Day,
The Durutti Column,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Techniques,
Leonard Cohen,
Lucky Dragons,
Fat Boys,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Robert Wyatt,
Kerri Chandler,
Camouflage,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Alarm Clocks,
Al Stewart,
Althea and Donna,
Blossom Toes,
Minnie Riperton,
Fear,
Bad Manners,
Moss Icon,
The Sound,
Banda Bassotti,
The Fortunes,
Talk Talk,
Danielle Patucci,
Oneida,
Sarah Menescal,
Stereo Dub,
Fela Kuti,
Agent Orange,
Sex Pistols,
The Fugs,
Pere Ubu,
Gerry Rafferty,
Groovy Waters,
Amazonics,
the Soft Cell,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.