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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Seoul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 mellotron 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 Radiopuhelimet to the disco 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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Funky Four + One,
Barbara Tucker,
The Divine Comedy,
D'Angelo,
The Dead C,
Eric Copeland,
The Gun Club,
Danielle Patucci,
These Immortal Souls,
The American Breed,
Yusef Lateef,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sandy B,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ituana,
Marmalade,
David Bowie,
The Velvet Underground,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Gap Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Agitation Free,
Ice-T,
Morten Harket,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mars,
The Modern Lovers,
Swans,
Fat Boys,
Alphaville,
Flamin' Groovies,
H. Thieme,
Pere Ubu,
Gregory Isaacs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cymande,
Tomorrow,
OOIOO,
Graham Central Station,
Sex Pistols,
Cal Tjader,
Gong,
The Cure,
Roxy Music,
Black Bananas,
Buzzcocks,
Saccharine Trust,
Tropical Tobacco,
Donald Byrd,
Kurtis Blow,
Tom Boy,
Deepchord,
Bill Wells,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Surgeon,
DJ Style,
Scott Walker,
Cluster,
Visage,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.