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 Guyana and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 snare 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gil Scott Heron,
FM Einheit,
Lou Reed,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scrapy,
Erykah Badu,
Saccharine Trust,
Frankie Knuckles,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tim Buckley,
Marvin Gaye,
Rites of Spring,
Moebius,
Tubeway Army,
KRS-One,
The Velvet Underground,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bush Tetras,
The Detroit Cobras,
Wings,
The Smiths,
L. Decosne,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Byron Stingily,
Symarip,
Shoche,
Nils Olav,
Susan Cadogan,
Spandau Ballet,
Main Source,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Average White Band,
Dark Day,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Arab on Radar,
Procol Harum,
Flipper,
Monolake,
Connie Case,
Mary Jane Girls,
DJ Style,
Brothers Johnson,
Camouflage,
The Happenings,
Franke,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Malaria!,
Suburban Knight,
Quantec,
Kevin Saunderson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Glenn Branca,
The Smoke,
Yaz,
The Wake,
Lucky Dragons,
Scott Walker,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.