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 Nigeria and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lagos.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Motorama to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Martian. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
UT,
Wings,
Inner City,
X-Ray Spex,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lindisfarne,
Jacob Miller,
Amon Düül,
Max Romeo,
Bobby Womack,
Marine Girls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Saints,
The Wake,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Niagra,
the Sonics,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mandrill,
The Walker Brothers,
Dawn Penn,
The Moleskins,
Radiopuhelimet,
Aloha Tigers,
Ultra Naté,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nico,
Bad Manners,
Pierre Henry,
Cluster,
Pylon,
Delta 5,
Barrington Levy,
the Germs,
T.S.O.L.,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Urselle,
The Buckinghams,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Modern Lovers,
Brand Nubian,
John Foxx,
One Last Wish,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Robert Görl,
Gang of Four,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Music Machine,
The Electric Prunes,
Outsiders,
Mad Mike,
The Black Dice,
Rhythm & Sound,
Heaven 17,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Underground Resistance,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.