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 Algeria and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 mellotron 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 Marine Girls to the crunk 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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Near record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Quantec,
Gastr Del Sol,
Whodini,
Bill Near,
UT,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bluetip,
Joyce Sims,
ABBA,
Tomorrow,
Grandmaster Flash,
Audionom,
The Fall,
Pulsallama,
Lalann,
Pole,
The Young Rascals,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Goldenarms,
the Association,
Jeru the Damaja,
Anakelly,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Dead C,
Barbara Tucker,
Jeff Lynne,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eddi Front,
Von Mondo,
Funkadelic,
Urselle,
Los Fastidios,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Offenders,
JFA,
Bootsy Collins,
Monks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bush Tetras,
Lightning Bolt,
Spandau Ballet,
Mo-Dettes,
Matthew Bourne,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ultravox,
Swell Maps,
Au Pairs,
Agitation Free,
Fugazi,
Soft Machine,
Roger Hodgson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Slits,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Livin' Joy,
Archie Shepp,
Roy Ayers,
Deakin,
The Motions,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.