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 Eritrea and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mexico City.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 A Certain Ratio to the electroclash 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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
La Düsseldorf,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
John Foxx,
Outsiders,
Lindisfarne,
Faust,
Bootsy Collins,
Letta Mbulu,
Arthur Verocai,
Electric Prunes,
Maleditus Sound,
the Swans,
Amon Düül,
The Stooges,
Altered Images,
The Count Five,
The Last Poets,
Ornette Coleman,
The Monochrome Set,
Cecil Taylor,
Dennis Brown,
Moebius,
Bad Manners,
Pharoah Sanders,
Peter & Gordon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Joey Negro,
Circle Jerks,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Skatalites,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Patti Smith,
Todd Terry,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Q65,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lyres,
Frankie Knuckles,
Albert Ayler,
Lee Hazlewood,
Joe Finger,
The American Breed,
Michelle Simonal,
Joy Division,
Siglo XX,
Girls At Our Best!,
Banda Bassotti,
Alphaville,
Drexciya,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pole,
Darondo,
Tommy Roe,
Sight & Sound,
Public Image Ltd.,
Amon Düül II,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kerri Chandler,
Derrick May,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.