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 Singapore 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Michael McDonald 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 Electric Prunes to the electroclash 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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Zeros record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Swans,
Duran Duran,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Japan,
Procol Harum,
Brick,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
John Cale,
Crash Course in Science,
Aswad,
Subhumans,
The Dirtbombs,
Hardrive,
Schoolly D,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dead Boys,
Radio Birdman,
Los Fastidios,
DJ Style,
Iggy Pop,
Blancmange,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Barrington Levy,
Isaac Hayes,
Alphaville,
FM Einheit,
Roy Ayers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Essential Logic,
The Sonics,
Nico,
Scientists,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ossler,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nas,
Animal Collective,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Moody Blues,
Nik Kershaw,
Gil Scott Heron,
These Immortal Souls,
Reagan Youth,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Count Five,
The J.B.'s,
Cymande,
Derrick May,
Qualms,
Boredoms,
Ohio Players,
Radiopuhelimet,
Roxy Music,
The Misunderstood,
Frankie Knuckles,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eric B and Rakim,
Amon Düül,
Malaria!,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.