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 United Kingdom and from Salvador.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 F. McDonald to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Fluxion,
Janne Schatter,
Althea and Donna,
Lindisfarne,
Young Marble Giants,
Masters at Work,
The Divine Comedy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Motorama,
Ituana,
Metal Thangz,
the Slits,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Fire Engines,
John Coltrane,
Donny Hathaway,
Sister Nancy,
The Litter,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Zero Boys,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Modern Lovers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Cramps,
Amon Düül,
Kerri Chandler,
Bobby Byrd,
Malaria!,
Brass Construction,
Fifty Foot Hose,
MDC,
Bronski Beat,
Echospace,
Audionom,
Agent Orange,
Arthur Verocai,
Magazine,
Bauhaus,
The Residents,
Marcia Griffiths,
Donald Byrd,
Newcleus,
B.T. Express,
David McCallum,
Royal Trux,
EPMD,
Wings,
Nirvana,
The Smoke,
Mark Hollis,
Black Sheep,
Arab on Radar,
Los Fastidios,
Harry Pussy,
The Slits,
Susan Cadogan,
Skriet,
The Move,
Erasure,
Skarface,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Blossom Toes,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.