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 Bangladesh and from Winnipeg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 harpsichord 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eden Ahbez,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Main Source,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Audionom,
June Days,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gabor Szabo,
The Offenders,
X-Ray Spex,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Alton Ellis,
Public Image Ltd.,
48th St. Collective,
Second Layer,
Basic Channel,
Yaz,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Soft Cell,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pharoah Sanders,
Porter Ricks,
Nik Kershaw,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pagans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Babytalk,
Robert Hood,
The Star Department,
Morten Harket,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pet Shop Boys,
Interpol,
The Barracudas,
Mary Jane Girls,
Max Romeo,
Scratch Acid,
The Trojans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Index,
Ossler,
Fifty Foot Hose,
MC5,
The Mojo Men,
Wolf Eyes,
Blancmange,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cal Tjader,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Electric Prunes,
Gang Starr,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sandy B,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rakim,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Urselle,
The United States of America,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.