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 Poland and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Lou Reed 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 Rekid to the punk 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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Hot Snakes,
DJ Style,
Idris Muhammad,
Sparks,
Tubeway Army,
Joey Negro,
Section 25,
The Wake,
The Fuzztones,
Shuggie Otis,
Jacob Miller,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bluetip,
Slick Rick,
Sun City Girls,
Mr. Review,
Pierre Henry,
Andrew Hill,
Neu!,
Marine Girls,
Iggy Pop,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Smiths,
Arab on Radar,
Reagan Youth,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
World's Most,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fela Kuti,
Infiniti,
R.M.O.,
Intrusion,
MC5,
Scratch Acid,
Lyres,
Sight & Sound,
Sister Nancy,
Yaz,
Duran Duran,
Colin Newman,
the Germs,
Tres Demented,
Darondo,
Al Stewart,
The Dirtbombs,
The Slackers,
Peter and Kerry,
Althea and Donna,
Masters at Work,
Parry Music,
Black Bananas,
Pulsallama,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Vogues,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nils Olav,
Urselle,
Zapp,
Bang On A Can,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.