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 Bahrain and from Lille.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Malaria! to the disco 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Funkadelic,
Lungfish,
Graham Central Station,
The Trojans,
Rotary Connection,
Cybotron,
Eric Copeland,
Gang Gang Dance,
Youth Brigade,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Aural Exciters,
Amazonics,
Slick Rick,
Pussy Galore,
Jawbox,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gastr Del Sol,
Colin Newman,
Silicon Teens,
Subhumans,
The Mummies,
Blancmange,
Delta 5,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Fire Engines,
The Cure,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Groovy Waters,
Clear Light,
The Smoke,
The Divine Comedy,
These Immortal Souls,
Cheater Slicks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gang Starr,
EPMD,
Quadrant,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ponytail,
The Monochrome Set,
Roy Ayers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Techniques,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Skatalites,
Second Layer,
Bill Near,
Boz Scaggs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Technova,
Sound Behaviour,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Leonard Cohen,
Eurythmics,
Warsaw,
Joensuu 1685,
Hardrive,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.