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 Chile and from Mumbai.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Infiniti to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Joy Division,
Black Sheep,
Johnny Clarke,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Darondo,
Alton Ellis,
Flipper,
Robert Wyatt,
Spandau Ballet,
Stockholm Monsters,
Excepter,
Rod Modell,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Man Parrish,
Joe Finger,
Oneida,
The Selecter,
Grey Daturas,
Gichy Dan,
Chrome,
The Seeds,
Rekid,
LL Cool J,
Wire,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Agitation Free,
UT,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Bar-Kays,
48th St. Collective,
Magma,
The Fortunes,
Yaz,
The Cowsills,
Cameo,
Charles Mingus,
Archie Shepp,
Roxette,
Ohio Players,
Black Bananas,
Quando Quango,
Aural Exciters,
Morten Harket,
Animal Collective,
Scan 7,
Pantytec,
The New Christs,
Laurel Aitken,
The Remains,
Radiohead,
Country Teasers,
Royal Trux,
the Association,
Chris Corsano,
Mad Mike,
The Human League,
Gang Green,
John Cale,
Ralphi Rosario,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.