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 Guyana and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Negative Approach,
Deakin,
Japan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
These Immortal Souls,
Stiv Bators,
kango's stein massive,
Magma,
Hot Snakes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Stooges,
Archie Shepp,
Drexciya,
One Last Wish,
The Standells,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Swans,
Pagans,
Mr. Review,
Joe Finger,
A Certain Ratio,
Kas Product,
The Happenings,
John Foxx,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sister Nancy,
Quadrant,
Wire,
Kaleidoscope,
The American Breed,
Television,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cecil Taylor,
Ten City,
Ossler,
Q65,
Amon Düül II,
Liliput,
Pierre Henry,
Davy DMX,
Blake Baxter,
The Zeros,
D'Angelo,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nas,
Vladislav Delay,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jacques Brel,
The United States of America,
the Human League,
Girls At Our Best!,
Brand Nubian,
Yaz,
Tubeway Army,
The Selecter,
Patti Smith,
Hashim,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Graham Central Station,
K-Klass,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.