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 Togo and from Madrid.
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 Accra and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 linndrum 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 Whodini to the jazz 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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
The Gun Club,
Roxy Music,
Vainqueur,
Black Flag,
Tomorrow,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dennis Brown,
The Modern Lovers,
Joy Division,
Sister Nancy,
Dawn Penn,
Black Sheep,
The Leaves,
DNA,
The Mojo Men,
Eric Copeland,
Tom Boy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ronnie Foster,
Bobby Sherman,
Scrapy,
Desert Stars,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Hashim,
cv313,
Technova,
Q65,
Organ,
Soulsonic Force,
Yazoo,
Bootsy Collins,
Nation of Ulysses,
Blancmange,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Anthony Braxton,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Searchers,
Groovy Waters,
Joey Negro,
Soft Cell,
Aloha Tigers,
Archie Shepp,
Deadbeat,
The Busters,
T.S.O.L.,
Erasure,
Sugar Minott,
Niagra,
Todd Terry,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lyres,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Aaron Thompson,
Marine Girls,
The Divine Comedy,
Judy Mowatt,
Henry Cow,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.