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 Taiwan and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 rhodes 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the grunge 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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Offenders,
The Human League,
Pulsallama,
Public Image Ltd.,
Terry Callier,
The Shadows of Knight,
Siglo XX,
The Birthday Party,
Depeche Mode,
New Order,
Skaos,
Stiv Bators,
Shuggie Otis,
10cc,
Fat Boys,
Half Japanese,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Godley & Creme,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ken Boothe,
Faraquet,
Brand Nubian,
Jacob Miller,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Con Funk Shun,
the Human League,
The Blackbyrds,
Lungfish,
Ituana,
John Foxx,
Excepter,
Clear Light,
John Cale,
Marine Girls,
Barrington Levy,
Tim Buckley,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nick Fraelich,
Metal Thangz,
Cybotron,
DJ Style,
The Black Dice,
Judy Mowatt,
Funkadelic,
The United States of America,
The Knickerbockers,
Heaven 17,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Henry Cow,
Black Moon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Livin' Joy,
The Saints,
the Slits,
One Last Wish,
AZ,
The Gories,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jandek,
Fatback Band,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.