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 Austria and from Bologna.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mexico City.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Busters to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Massinfluence,
Quantec,
Marine Girls,
Monolake,
Crash Course in Science,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sister Nancy,
Easy Going,
Livin' Joy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
LL Cool J,
CMW,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Yazoo,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
A Certain Ratio,
The Blues Magoos,
Altered Images,
The Grass Roots,
Bang On A Can,
Gichy Dan,
Nico,
The Young Rascals,
Gang Green,
Thompson Twins,
Freddie Wadling,
The Black Dice,
Siglo XX,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nirvana,
Neil Young,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Technova,
The New Christs,
Main Source,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Funkadelic,
Slave,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Yellowson,
Nils Olav,
June Days,
Radio Birdman,
Dawn Penn,
Cheater Slicks,
Magazine,
Moby Grape,
DJ Sneak,
Unwound,
Davy DMX,
The Alarm Clocks,
Black Moon,
Hoover,
Negative Approach,
The Tremeloes,
The Beau Brummels,
Eli Mardock,
John Cale,
Stereo Dub,
Ultimate Spinach,
Slick Rick,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.