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 Lesotho and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Johannesburg.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Youth Brigade to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Flipper,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gang of Four,
Popol Vuh,
Traffic Nightmare,
MC5,
Godley & Creme,
the Normal,
Donny Hathaway,
Franke,
David Axelrod,
Flamin' Groovies,
Don Cherry,
Jacques Brel,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Selecter,
The Remains,
The Victims,
Harry Pussy,
Bill Near,
The United States of America,
Slave,
Trumans Water,
The Black Dice,
Newcleus,
Kurtis Blow,
Lalo Schifrin,
Delta 5,
The New Christs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pierre Henry,
Jawbox,
Scrapy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eden Ahbez,
Can,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Angry Samoans,
Interpol,
ABBA,
Lalann,
Procol Harum,
The Dead C,
the Bar-Kays,
Nas,
The Pop Group,
Sex Pistols,
Gabor Szabo,
Tim Buckley,
Cameo,
Loose Ends,
Half Japanese,
Icehouse,
Mission of Burma,
AZ,
Neu!,
Spandau Ballet,
Ronan,
Unrelated Segments,
Scientists,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.