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 Croatia and from Stockholm.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Moleskins to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Soft Cell,
Cameo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Johnny Osbourne,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Icehouse,
Joensuu 1685,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Sound,
Eric Dolphy,
Bauhaus,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Monochrome Set,
Soul Sonic Force,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Little Man,
Susan Cadogan,
Malaria!,
Main Source,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Velvet Underground,
The Golliwogs,
the Soft Cell,
Funkadelic,
the Association,
T. Rex,
Crime,
the Swans,
Duran Duran,
Ralphi Rosario,
Radiohead,
Quantec,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jeff Mills,
Darondo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Davy DMX,
The Doobie Brothers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Los Fastidios,
In Retrospect,
Jimmy McGriff,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
David Axelrod,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Reuben Wilson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
AZ,
Josef K,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Boz Scaggs,
Ultra Naté,
Minor Threat,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Inner City,
Glenn Branca,
Amon Düül II,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.