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 Angola 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lyon.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Crispy Ambulance to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Nation of Ulysses,
Trumans Water,
Livin' Joy,
Neu!,
Skaos,
Make Up,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Darondo,
Brothers Johnson,
Erykah Badu,
Loose Ends,
The Fuzztones,
Grey Daturas,
Ponytail,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Roxette,
Matthew Halsall,
The Fortunes,
Fatback Band,
Agent Orange,
Altered Images,
Soulsonic Force,
Scientists,
Ice-T,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Agitation Free,
Blancmange,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Public Image Ltd.,
Accadde A,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
New Order,
The Slackers,
Index,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Walker Brothers,
B.T. Express,
Niagra,
Lebanon Hanover,
Maleditus Sound,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Buzzcocks,
Alison Limerick,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lalann,
Franke,
Kayak,
Parry Music,
The United States of America,
Alice Coltrane,
Moebius,
Negative Approach,
Easy Going,
Glenn Branca,
Eli Mardock,
The Barracudas,
The Velvet Underground,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marvin Gaye,
Pussy Galore,
Byron Stingily,
Arthur Verocai,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.