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 Equatorial Guinea and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 clarinet 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 48th St. Collective to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
The Cure,
Camouflage,
Pagans,
the Human League,
Amon Düül,
Bill Near,
Suburban Knight,
Schoolly D,
Blossom Toes,
the Slits,
Derrick Morgan,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Severed Heads,
Aswad,
The Selecter,
Roger Hodgson,
Eddi Front,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Divine Comedy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Flesh Eaters,
Brick,
Barrington Levy,
Roy Ayers,
Tomorrow,
Freddie Wadling,
Bill Wells,
Inner City,
Dawn Penn,
Newcleus,
Easy Going,
The Searchers,
Slick Rick,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
OOIOO,
a-ha,
Nas,
Stockholm Monsters,
B.T. Express,
James White and The Blacks,
Alphaville,
The Mojo Men,
Outsiders,
The Martian,
Hardrive,
Soul II Soul,
AZ,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Radiohead,
Rekid,
The Cramps,
The Sound,
Scan 7,
The Wake,
Intrusion,
Matthew Bourne,
Kevin Saunderson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Franke,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.