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 Botswana and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Bill Near to the grime 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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
The Pop Group,
The Neon Judgement,
Jerry's Kids,
The Techniques,
Flash Fearless,
The Velvet Underground,
Hot Snakes,
Gichy Dan,
The Toasters,
Pantytec,
The Trojans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Misunderstood,
Black Flag,
June of 44,
Intrusion,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Germs,
Procol Harum,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Amazonics,
Pole,
Slick Rick,
The Skatalites,
Barry Ungar,
the Association,
The Tremeloes,
Main Source,
Iggy Pop,
Bush Tetras,
Mars,
Joyce Sims,
8 Eyed Spy,
Motorama,
Lungfish,
Banda Bassotti,
Archie Shepp,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Graham Central Station,
Black Moon,
The Count Five,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rod Modell,
Talk Talk,
Shuggie Otis,
T.S.O.L.,
Todd Rundgren,
Johnny Osbourne,
Circle Jerks,
Agent Orange,
Minutemen,
The Sound,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dual Sessions,
Au Pairs,
the Fania All-Stars,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.