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 Iran and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lyon.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the theremin 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 the Germs to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
The Star Department,
Zero Boys,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Durutti Column,
The Skatalites,
Chris Corsano,
Rakim,
The Music Machine,
Lungfish,
Can,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lebanon Hanover,
Black Pus,
Crooked Eye,
Swans,
The Selecter,
Nirvana,
Interpol,
Ornette Coleman,
Amon Düül II,
Davy DMX,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Minny Pops,
Lou Christie,
The Motions,
the Slits,
Dawn Penn,
Deepchord,
Steve Hackett,
Thee Headcoats,
The Victims,
June Days,
Robert Hood,
Electric Prunes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Yellowson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Silicon Teens,
Bobby Sherman,
Roxy Music,
E-Dancer,
Nils Olav,
Severed Heads,
The Stooges,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sam Rivers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Graham Central Station,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cybotron,
Rekid,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Suburban Knight,
Radio Birdman,
Scion,
Skarface,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.