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 Jordan 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 David Bowie 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 Average White Band to the crunk 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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Skaos,
Roger Hodgson,
Ituana,
The American Breed,
Tubeway Army,
Adolescents,
H. Thieme,
Symarip,
Outsiders,
The Walker Brothers,
The Index,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Howard Jones,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Blues Magoos,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Talk Talk,
Desert Stars,
Easy Going,
MDC,
Nils Olav,
Judy Mowatt,
The Busters,
Cecil Taylor,
Arab on Radar,
Fela Kuti,
Television,
Nirvana,
Deepchord,
Rakim,
Au Pairs,
Barry Ungar,
Aural Exciters,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Selecter,
Sixth Finger,
Clear Light,
Fluxion,
Public Image Ltd.,
Donald Byrd,
Roxette,
Colin Newman,
Scientists,
Animal Collective,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Peter and Kerry,
Wings,
Max Romeo,
X-101,
The Pop Group,
Sunsets and Hearts,
A Certain Ratio,
New Age Steppers,
June of 44,
Mandrill,
This Heat,
DJ Style,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.