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 Namibia and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 marimba 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the punk 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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
X-101,
Guru Guru,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Cowsills,
Harry Pussy,
Circle Jerks,
Nils Olav,
Andrew Hill,
Aaron Thompson,
Funky Four + One,
Joe Smooth,
Byron Stingily,
Wolf Eyes,
Arthur Verocai,
Lebanon Hanover,
James White and The Blacks,
H. Thieme,
the Slits,
Kenny Larkin,
Fela Kuti,
Gang Green,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Q and Not U,
Matthew Bourne,
Kayak,
The Fuzztones,
Swans,
Agent Orange,
The Move,
Harpers Bizarre,
Danielle Patucci,
The Mojo Men,
Sound Behaviour,
Tim Buckley,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Electric Prunes,
The Sound,
Scientists,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
DJ Style,
Echospace,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marcia Griffiths,
June of 44,
Mars,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dorothy Ashby,
Deadbeat,
Model 500,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Main Source,
the Soft Cell,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Crash Course in Science,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.