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 Guinea-Bissau and from Paris.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bremen.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Babytalk to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kaleidoscope,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rekid,
Thee Headcoats,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Boredoms,
Oneida,
Eric Copeland,
Symarip,
The Gap Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Black Moon,
Charles Mingus,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Aloha Tigers,
Eric Dolphy,
The Busters,
Eli Mardock,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Porter Ricks,
Sonic Youth,
Beasts of Bourbon,
MDC,
Sonny Sharrock,
A Certain Ratio,
Soul II Soul,
Colin Newman,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Litter,
Stiv Bators,
John Lydon,
DNA,
Scratch Acid,
Fluxion,
Gichy Dan,
The Cure,
Sight & Sound,
Kenny Larkin,
Arab on Radar,
Gil Scott Heron,
Derrick May,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Howard Jones,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Smiths,
Black Pus,
Wasted Youth,
Todd Rundgren,
Zapp,
John Coltrane,
Skriet,
Blake Baxter,
Monks,
Yazoo,
Zero Boys,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Carl Craig,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.