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 Djibouti and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 mellotron 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 La Düsseldorf to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Circle Jerks,
Aural Exciters,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gabor Szabo,
Iggy Pop,
Sun City Girls,
Bob Dylan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Beau Brummels,
Sandy B,
Letta Mbulu,
Rhythm & Sound,
Shoche,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Stetsasonic,
Eli Mardock,
Sixth Finger,
Rites of Spring,
New York Dolls,
Yaz,
Underground Resistance,
48th St. Collective,
Simply Red,
Kayak,
Slave,
The Toasters,
Agent Orange,
Heaven 17,
The Trojans,
Supertramp,
Clear Light,
Groovy Waters,
Pole,
Chrome,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Aloha Tigers,
T.S.O.L.,
Surgeon,
Joey Negro,
Negative Approach,
Skriet,
Parry Music,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Index,
Sugar Minott,
Nico,
Quadrant,
The Modern Lovers,
Roxy Music,
Eden Ahbez,
Pussy Galore,
Juan Atkins,
Gerry Rafferty,
Technova,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Moleskins,
Soul Sonic Force,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.