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 Winnipeg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Philadelphia.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Yusef Lateef,
Wasted Youth,
Electric Prunes,
Anakelly,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Last Poets,
Kerri Chandler,
The Human League,
Fela Kuti,
Parry Music,
Lower 48,
DJ Sneak,
Severed Heads,
Stetsasonic,
Don Cherry,
the Swans,
Danielle Patucci,
Prince Buster,
Gastr Del Sol,
Silicon Teens,
The Birthday Party,
Popol Vuh,
Radio Birdman,
Bobby Hutcherson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Amazonics,
The Residents,
Black Bananas,
Johnny Clarke,
Bauhaus,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Cramps,
Kas Product,
Bill Wells,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pagans,
Heaven 17,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Soft Machine,
Moebius,
Ultra Naté,
Babytalk,
T. Rex,
The Vogues,
Aswad,
Connie Case,
Ice-T,
Patti Smith,
Roxette,
Avey Tare,
Youth Brigade,
The Wake,
Deadbeat,
Country Teasers,
The Leaves,
Duran Duran,
Marc Almond,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.