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 Swaziland and from Edmonton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Crime to the jazz 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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Massinfluence,
Cal Tjader,
Ronan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Human League,
ABBA,
X-102,
James White and The Blacks,
R.M.O.,
Sun Ra,
Japan,
Matthew Bourne,
Fad Gadget,
Prince Buster,
DJ Sneak,
Visage,
Nick Fraelich,
Bang On A Can,
Franke,
Unwound,
The Fortunes,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Remains,
Freddie Wadling,
Flipper,
Stetsasonic,
The Fall,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Suburban Knight,
the Bar-Kays,
Cymande,
T.S.O.L.,
The Fugs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
New Order,
Country Teasers,
Black Flag,
Slave,
UT,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Parry Music,
Rhythm & Sound,
L. Decosne,
The Grass Roots,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Hoover,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Doors,
Bobby Byrd,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Association,
Sugar Minott,
Gerry Rafferty,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lakeside,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Skatalites,
Spoonie Gee,
Roxette,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.