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 Senegal and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Scion to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Junior Murvin,
La Düsseldorf,
Eurythmics,
Laurel Aitken,
Agitation Free,
Unwound,
The United States of America,
Robert Wyatt,
Nils Olav,
Delta 5,
The Smoke,
This Heat,
Gabor Szabo,
The Dead C,
Crash Course in Science,
Newcleus,
Anthony Braxton,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rites of Spring,
The Misunderstood,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Technova,
The Blues Magoos,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tres Demented,
Wings,
Ken Boothe,
Frankie Knuckles,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Radiopuhelimet,
Magazine,
Sound Behaviour,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lou Christie,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Arcadia,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Golliwogs,
Quantec,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mars,
Porter Ricks,
MC5,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mandrill,
Ludus,
The Fuzztones,
The Selecter,
Sixth Finger,
Gang Gang Dance,
Zapp,
The Mighty Diamonds,
10cc,
the Normal,
The Seeds,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tears for Fears,
Chris Corsano,
John Lydon,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.