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 St Lucia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Organ,
X-Ray Spex,
New Order,
Cluster,
Leonard Cohen,
The Barracudas,
Babytalk,
Bauhaus,
Donny Hathaway,
Camberwell Now,
The Angels of Light,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lightning Bolt,
The Birthday Party,
Nils Olav,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Funkadelic,
Donald Byrd,
Jeru the Damaja,
John Holt,
48th St. Collective,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nico,
Absolute Body Control,
Neu!,
Icehouse,
Country Teasers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Susan Cadogan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Public Enemy,
Darondo,
Rhythm & Sound,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Simply Red,
Isaac Hayes,
Harmonia,
Swans,
The Monks,
Buzzcocks,
Underground Resistance,
Barry Ungar,
Tom Boy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Heaven 17,
Aaron Thompson,
Danielle Patucci,
Gichy Dan,
Sexual Harrassment,
DNA,
Unwound,
Erasure,
Thompson Twins,
Dennis Brown,
Rotary Connection,
The Black Dice,
Bush Tetras,
Bad Manners,
Funky Four + One,
Todd Rundgren,
Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling.
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.