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 Ivory Coast and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Vogues to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Zapp,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sparks,
Minny Pops,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The New Christs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Young Rascals,
Jacques Brel,
Royal Trux,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cheater Slicks,
The Invisible,
Marcia Griffiths,
Buzzcocks,
B.T. Express,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Circle Jerks,
Cameo,
Bang On A Can,
MDC,
Mandrill,
Fela Kuti,
Leonard Cohen,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bill Wells,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Cure,
Stiv Bators,
Rufus Thomas,
The Modern Lovers,
Gong,
Erasure,
Wally Richardson,
The United States of America,
Boz Scaggs,
The Trojans,
Scrapy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Visage,
Q65,
The Moleskins,
Con Funk Shun,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Detroit Cobras,
Basic Channel,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Colin Newman,
Von Mondo,
Funkadelic,
Iggy Pop,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Raincoats,
Yusef Lateef,
Porter Ricks,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.