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 Maldives and from Accra.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 DNA to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vaughan Mason & Crew record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Techniques,
Scan 7,
Dead Boys,
Bush Tetras,
Charles Mingus,
Cameo,
The Gap Band,
The Birthday Party,
The Tremeloes,
Reuben Wilson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gang Gang Dance,
Moss Icon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Litter,
The Real Kids,
Jeff Mills,
Stereo Dub,
Banda Bassotti,
ABBA,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
June of 44,
Schoolly D,
D'Angelo,
Fluxion,
Metal Thangz,
10cc,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Detroit Cobras,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nas,
Urselle,
Ten City,
Anthony Braxton,
Television,
Loose Ends,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Slits,
Sound Behaviour,
The Move,
Simply Red,
Mo-Dettes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tears for Fears,
Amon Düül,
MC5,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mary Jane Girls,
Don Cherry,
La Düsseldorf,
Thee Headcoats,
Negative Approach,
a-ha,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kerrie Biddell,
Agitation Free,
In Retrospect,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.