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 Libya 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Sao Paulo.
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 snare 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 Yellowson to the crunk 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 Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispian St. Peters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Graham Central Station,
The Dead C,
Flash Fearless,
Chris Corsano,
Maurizio,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Germs,
The Blues Magoos,
Malaria!,
Marine Girls,
John Lydon,
Albert Ayler,
The Red Krayola,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sparks,
Ornette Coleman,
Mr. Review,
Livin' Joy,
Smog,
Moss Icon,
Boredoms,
Eric Copeland,
The Cramps,
Mo-Dettes,
Public Enemy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Byron Stingily,
Josef K,
Harmonia,
Fear,
L. Decosne,
Theoretical Girls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Selecter,
Soul II Soul,
Yaz,
Oneida,
Grey Daturas,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
D'Angelo,
David Bowie,
Max Romeo,
ABC,
Kenny Larkin,
Harry Pussy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Arcadia,
Bronski Beat,
Andrew Hill,
The Sound,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Fire Engines,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Icehouse,
Shoche,
Aswad,
Sällskapet,
Glambeats Corp.,
PIL,
Minny Pops,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.