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 Guinea and from Madrid.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Urselle to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Moby Grape,
Television,
The New Christs,
Basic Channel,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Victims,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mandrill,
June Days,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
DJ Style,
Donny Hathaway,
Vainqueur,
Jawbox,
the Association,
Lakeside,
Andrew Hill,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Flash Fearless,
Bobby Womack,
A Certain Ratio,
Amon Düül,
X-101,
The Misunderstood,
Derrick Morgan,
Deepchord,
Harpers Bizarre,
Niagra,
Bronski Beat,
Spoonie Gee,
Grandmaster Flash,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sixth Finger,
Magma,
Black Flag,
Essential Logic,
Jimmy McGriff,
This Heat,
Joey Negro,
Robert Görl,
Depeche Mode,
Marcia Griffiths,
Skarface,
Janne Schatter,
Television Personalities,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kerri Chandler,
Kerrie Biddell,
Desert Stars,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lucky Dragons,
Rekid,
Liliput,
Talk Talk,
The Mojo Men,
Drexciya,
The Buckinghams,
Y Pants,
Black Moon,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.