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 Kenya and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the funk 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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
The Monochrome Set,
Black Pus,
H. Thieme,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Trumans Water,
Marine Girls,
Animal Collective,
PIL,
The Saints,
Lalann,
The Fugs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Moebius,
Roxy Music,
The Names,
L. Decosne,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Maleditus Sound,
Basic Channel,
Tropical Tobacco,
Warsaw,
Traffic Nightmare,
Hashim,
Thompson Twins,
The Neon Judgement,
Eddi Front,
the Soft Cell,
Laurel Aitken,
Minny Pops,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Cramps,
the Normal,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Zeros,
John Foxx,
Outsiders,
Robert Hood,
Joey Negro,
Barclay James Harvest,
Oneida,
Faraquet,
Accadde A,
Mission of Burma,
Kerri Chandler,
Robert Görl,
The Happenings,
James White and The Blacks,
Vainqueur,
Sun City Girls,
Pantytec,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cybotron,
X-102,
Y Pants,
Bobby Womack,
Aswad,
Fela Kuti,
Whodini,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.