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 Congo and from Madrid.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manila.
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 chamberlin 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 Jeff Lynne to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Banda Bassotti,
The J.B.'s,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Echospace,
Jandek,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Newcleus,
Iggy Pop,
Cybotron,
Yusef Lateef,
Severed Heads,
Anakelly,
The Dead C,
Arthur Verocai,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lungfish,
Rites of Spring,
Wasted Youth,
Tres Demented,
Marvin Gaye,
DJ Sneak,
The Knickerbockers,
Amazonics,
Lightning Bolt,
Inner City,
Leonard Cohen,
Black Bananas,
Niagra,
Matthew Bourne,
PIL,
The Index,
Brick,
the Association,
Intrusion,
The United States of America,
U.S. Maple,
Alphaville,
Cymande,
Fatback Band,
Wolf Eyes,
Maleditus Sound,
The Busters,
Amon Düül II,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Martian,
Ituana,
Drexciya,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lou Reed,
Bronski Beat,
The Electric Prunes,
Funkadelic,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mr. Review,
Danielle Patucci,
Flash Fearless,
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.