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 Panama 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manchester.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 T.S.O.L. to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Young Marble Giants,
The Dead C,
Minor Threat,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Morten Harket,
Pagans,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Young Rascals,
Erykah Badu,
Underground Resistance,
One Last Wish,
Tubeway Army,
Brass Construction,
The Dirtbombs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Alphaville,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
A Flock of Seagulls,
D'Angelo,
Donny Hathaway,
Hot Snakes,
The Red Krayola,
Andrew Hill,
Carl Craig,
The American Breed,
Swell Maps,
Adolescents,
John Cale,
Henry Cow,
Brick,
Lower 48,
The Wake,
F. McDonald,
This Heat,
Shuggie Otis,
Icehouse,
L. Decosne,
Eli Mardock,
Aural Exciters,
The Pretty Things,
Aswad,
The Cramps,
Little Man,
The Modern Lovers,
ABBA,
The Standells,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ohio Players,
Grauzone,
The Walker Brothers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Fuzztones,
Public Enemy,
U.S. Maple,
X-102,
Jandek,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.