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 Micronesia and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille 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 organ 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 Amon Düül to the disco 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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
The Gun Club,
Quando Quango,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bill Wells,
Public Image Ltd.,
MC5,
Black Pus,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Alton Ellis,
Rites of Spring,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cluster,
Oneida,
Infiniti,
Dawn Penn,
Ludus,
Bang On A Can,
Amazonics,
The Gladiators,
Kerrie Biddell,
Wings,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rufus Thomas,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Swell Maps,
Whodini,
The Star Department,
John Coltrane,
Minutemen,
Neu!,
Intrusion,
Camouflage,
Gerry Rafferty,
Model 500,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Soft Cell,
Aloha Tigers,
Neil Young,
Zapp,
The Doors,
Grandmaster Flash,
David McCallum,
Ice-T,
Newcleus,
Theoretical Girls,
Scion,
Franke,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The J.B.'s,
Pussy Galore,
Faraquet,
Zero Boys,
DNA,
The Moody Blues,
Youth Brigade,
The Saints,
A Flock of Seagulls,
John Cale,
Japan,
10cc,
Funkadelic,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.