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 Solomon Islands and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 spring reverb 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 The Fortunes to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface 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 spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Ronnie Foster,
Reuben Wilson,
Donald Byrd,
Young Marble Giants,
Hoover,
Nils Olav,
Dark Day,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kenny Larkin,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Kinks,
Charles Mingus,
The Divine Comedy,
Chris & Cosey,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Wolf Eyes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Loose Ends,
Letta Mbulu,
FM Einheit,
Derrick Morgan,
The Trojans,
Livin' Joy,
The Sound,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Leaves,
JFA,
the Sonics,
Magma,
The Star Department,
The Mummies,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Flash Fearless,
The Golliwogs,
Television Personalities,
Grey Daturas,
The Durutti Column,
Ossler,
The Neon Judgement,
The Barracudas,
The Red Krayola,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jandek,
Todd Rundgren,
Sun Ra,
Barbara Tucker,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Slave,
Joe Finger,
CMW,
Flamin' Groovies,
Alice Coltrane,
Moby Grape,
Shuggie Otis,
ABC,
Tears for Fears,
ABBA,
David McCallum,
Country Teasers,
Blossom Toes,
H. Thieme,
Arthur Verocai,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.