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 Somalia and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Niagra to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode 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 '80s.
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 Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Crash Course in Science,
Vainqueur,
The Doobie Brothers,
Aloha Tigers,
The Fugs,
Althea and Donna,
Massinfluence,
Grandmaster Flash,
Leonard Cohen,
Scan 7,
Goldenarms,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bill Near,
Wolf Eyes,
Deakin,
The Velvet Underground,
The Fuzztones,
Man Parrish,
Oblivians,
Henry Cow,
Boredoms,
John Cale,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Underground Resistance,
The Durutti Column,
Camberwell Now,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tubeway Army,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Liliput,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Alison Limerick,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Raincoats,
Steve Hackett,
Shuggie Otis,
Lightning Bolt,
Stereo Dub,
X-101,
The J.B.'s,
The Birthday Party,
Metal Thangz,
Rod Modell,
Freddie Wadling,
Groovy Waters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lou Christie,
The Zeros,
Soft Machine,
Ohio Players,
The Gladiators,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sound Behaviour,
kango's stein massive,
Blake Baxter,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tres Demented,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.