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 Nigeria and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Holger Czukay 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 Reuben Wilson to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Stereo Dub,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Happenings,
Joe Finger,
The Searchers,
Sam Rivers,
Metal Thangz,
Jacob Miller,
Graham Central Station,
Nico,
Kerri Chandler,
Pierre Henry,
Slave,
June of 44,
Grey Daturas,
Tres Demented,
the Soft Cell,
The Dead C,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rod Modell,
Loose Ends,
Soul II Soul,
The Residents,
Easy Going,
The Vogues,
The Mighty Diamonds,
These Immortal Souls,
Colin Newman,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Leaves,
The Index,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Harmonia,
Ice-T,
Mission of Burma,
Roxette,
The Fall,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eddi Front,
Cheater Slicks,
Nas,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Silicon Teens,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Animal Collective,
The Offenders,
The Slits,
Joyce Sims,
The Velvet Underground,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Litter,
Donny Hathaway,
Suicide,
JFA,
Charles Mingus,
Stetsasonic,
Amon Düül,
Rufus Thomas,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.