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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 oboe 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 Brick to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Audionom,
Moby Grape,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jacques Brel,
Loose Ends,
Warsaw,
The Residents,
The Happenings,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Joey Negro,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
a-ha,
Flash Fearless,
Jacob Miller,
Sex Pistols,
Negative Approach,
Kurtis Blow,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Japan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
KRS-One,
Black Bananas,
Judy Mowatt,
Con Funk Shun,
Hoover,
Basic Channel,
The Divine Comedy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Infiniti,
The Raincoats,
Slave,
kango's stein massive,
Nik Kershaw,
Severed Heads,
Josef K,
Barry Ungar,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Danielle Patucci,
Television,
Q and Not U,
Susan Cadogan,
cv313,
Freddie Wadling,
X-101,
the Normal,
Black Pus,
Iggy Pop,
Hasil Adkins,
K-Klass,
Gichy Dan,
The Fugs,
Spandau Ballet,
Heaven 17,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Erykah Badu,
The Saints,
Junior Murvin,
Aswad,
Gang of Four,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.