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 Azerbaijan and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sound Behaviour to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Pussy Galore,
Crime,
The Real Kids,
Flipper,
the Association,
Danielle Patucci,
The Blackbyrds,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scion,
The Names,
Iggy Pop,
Deakin,
Rotary Connection,
Sister Nancy,
Joensuu 1685,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
F. McDonald,
Kevin Saunderson,
Section 25,
Sun City Girls,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pylon,
Maurizio,
Barry Ungar,
the Soft Cell,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
John Holt,
Amon Düül,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Excepter,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sam Rivers,
Jerry's Kids,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Althea and Donna,
Gastr Del Sol,
Wire,
Silicon Teens,
Talk Talk,
Spoonie Gee,
Adolescents,
Derrick May,
Donny Hathaway,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Radio Birdman,
Swans,
Marine Girls,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jacques Brel,
Bootsy Collins,
10cc,
Kayak,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fat Boys,
Lou Christie,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.