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 Ghana and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Pantaleimon to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Harmonia,
James White and The Blacks,
Brand Nubian,
ABC,
cv313,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Model 500,
Absolute Body Control,
Joey Negro,
Shoche,
Rites of Spring,
Porter Ricks,
Masters at Work,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Cramps,
Chrome,
The Real Kids,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Warsaw,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
H. Thieme,
Eden Ahbez,
Drexciya,
Sister Nancy,
Qualms,
Maurizio,
Au Pairs,
Fat Boys,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Blancmange,
Colin Newman,
Mo-Dettes,
Tommy Roe,
Davy DMX,
Aaron Thompson,
The Count Five,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Fire Engines,
Leonard Cohen,
the Association,
the Slits,
The Gladiators,
The Toasters,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Blues Magoos,
Lakeside,
Q65,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gong,
Pulsallama,
The United States of America,
Lalann,
Symarip,
Kurtis Blow,
the Human League,
Suicide,
Wings,
Graham Central Station,
Terry Callier,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.