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 Laos and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Seoul.
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 808 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the disco 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Jimmy McGriff,
Joey Negro,
EPMD,
The Gap Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dorothy Ashby,
John Holt,
Soul II Soul,
Todd Rundgren,
Gong,
Faraquet,
Blossom Toes,
Saccharine Trust,
Porter Ricks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Beau Brummels,
Eric Copeland,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Move,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Arcadia,
Slave,
Essential Logic,
Electric Prunes,
Henry Cow,
The Walker Brothers,
Wasted Youth,
Parry Music,
Radiopuhelimet,
Spandau Ballet,
Massinfluence,
Aural Exciters,
The Smiths,
DNA,
Skaos,
Model 500,
Steve Hackett,
Panda Bear,
Agent Orange,
X-101,
Barrington Levy,
The Red Krayola,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pierre Henry,
The Vogues,
Silicon Teens,
Lyres,
Harry Pussy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Prince Buster,
The Sound,
Kerri Chandler,
Hardrive,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
LL Cool J,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Residents,
Reagan Youth,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.