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 Netherlands and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Grauzone to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Negative Approach,
Rosa Yemen,
Alison Limerick,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Fugs,
Sam Rivers,
Kas Product,
Bad Manners,
X-101,
Al Stewart,
Bush Tetras,
H. Thieme,
the Fania All-Stars,
Youth Brigade,
The Litter,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Can,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Neu!,
Vladislav Delay,
Todd Terry,
Zero Boys,
Monks,
John Foxx,
The American Breed,
Eric Dolphy,
Zapp,
Yazoo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Gap Band,
Steve Hackett,
Gichy Dan,
Electric Prunes,
The Gun Club,
The Alarm Clocks,
Moby Grape,
Joyce Sims,
Agitation Free,
The Kinks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Spandau Ballet,
Aloha Tigers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Stockholm Monsters,
One Last Wish,
Peter and Kerry,
Flamin' Groovies,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Niagra,
China Crisis,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fugazi,
the Association,
cv313,
Skriet,
Laurel Aitken,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Intrusion,
Oneida,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.