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 Ecuador and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Mary Jane Girls 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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eurythmics,
Colin Newman,
Eric Dolphy,
Alphaville,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Fania All-Stars,
Motorama,
The Kinks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Soul Sonic Force,
Brothers Johnson,
The Stooges,
The Move,
Hasil Adkins,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Icehouse,
The Pop Group,
H. Thieme,
The Zeros,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Index,
The Dave Clark Five,
Model 500,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Television Personalities,
Big Daddy Kane,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nik Kershaw,
Fela Kuti,
Babytalk,
Clear Light,
Accadde A,
Cheater Slicks,
Q65,
The Monks,
Lalann,
The Doors,
Technova,
Country Joe & The Fish,
These Immortal Souls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Fuzztones,
The Dirtbombs,
The Gladiators,
The Young Rascals,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Patti Smith,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Litter,
The Fall,
Sight & Sound,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cal Tjader,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Dead C,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Moss Icon,
KRS-One,
Camouflage,
Kool Moe Dee,
In Retrospect,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.