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 Mali and from Columbus.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Chrome to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
The Slits,
Minny Pops,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Wings,
Newcleus,
Davy DMX,
The Gladiators,
Nils Olav,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Agitation Free,
Thompson Twins,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
Smog,
Subhumans,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Wally Richardson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Seeds,
DJ Style,
Delta 5,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Essential Logic,
Blossom Toes,
Brand Nubian,
AZ,
The Blackbyrds,
Black Pus,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ultravox,
Sandy B,
Can,
Stereo Dub,
Stiv Bators,
Technova,
Hasil Adkins,
The Fuzztones,
Crispian St. Peters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Standells,
Depeche Mode,
The Misunderstood,
Rites of Spring,
Infiniti,
Skriet,
The Neon Judgement,
Bobby Womack,
Ice-T,
D'Angelo,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Howard Jones,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Michelle Simonal,
Absolute Body Control,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jerry's Kids,
The Music Machine,
Loose Ends,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.