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 Tanzania and from Delhi.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 synthesizer 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
EPMD,
Half Japanese,
L. Decosne,
The Blues Magoos,
Sonic Youth,
Flash Fearless,
Gil Scott Heron,
China Crisis,
Zapp,
Roxy Music,
Mo-Dettes,
Moby Grape,
Circle Jerks,
Mars,
The Fortunes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kenny Larkin,
Fluxion,
Amon Düül II,
Sugar Minott,
Anakelly,
The Pop Group,
Peter & Gordon,
Jerry's Kids,
Gichy Dan,
The Human League,
Bronski Beat,
The Dead C,
The Tremeloes,
Marvin Gaye,
Yellowson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Drive Like Jehu,
These Immortal Souls,
The Angels of Light,
Electric Prunes,
The Blackbyrds,
The Cure,
Banda Bassotti,
Cybotron,
The Invisible,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lightning Bolt,
Symarip,
Junior Murvin,
The Happenings,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Derrick May,
Hoover,
Lou Christie,
Tres Demented,
The Martian,
John Coltrane,
New Order,
Cluster,
Niagra,
Blossom Toes,
Gang Starr,
The Monks,
Prince Buster,
Lucky Dragons,
Marmalade,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.