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 Taipei.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 organ 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 The Fortunes to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jesper Dahlback,
Wolf Eyes,
T. Rex,
Gang of Four,
The Doobie Brothers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
These Immortal Souls,
Marmalade,
Aural Exciters,
Nirvana,
LL Cool J,
Cybotron,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Gories,
Marc Almond,
The Zeros,
the Swans,
Alton Ellis,
Fluxion,
Half Japanese,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Average White Band,
Au Pairs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Accadde A,
Bobby Byrd,
Frankie Knuckles,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Althea and Donna,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Section 25,
The Wake,
Clear Light,
Arcadia,
Graham Central Station,
Loose Ends,
The American Breed,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nils Olav,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
John Lydon,
Cluster,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Skaos,
The Last Poets,
ABC,
Quantec,
Popol Vuh,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bill Wells,
The Pretty Things,
Lungfish,
The Raincoats,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ten City,
Gong,
Minutemen,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.