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 Liechtenstein and from Bremen.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 The Moody Blues to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Zero Boys,
The Stooges,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Youth Brigade,
Piero Umiliani,
La Düsseldorf,
Electric Prunes,
K-Klass,
D'Angelo,
The United States of America,
U.S. Maple,
Pulsallama,
Lalann,
the Soft Cell,
Negative Approach,
Marc Almond,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Barbara Tucker,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bill Near,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eurythmics,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Soft Cell,
Rakim,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Liliput,
The Grass Roots,
Quadrant,
Talk Talk,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Mummies,
Minutemen,
The Detroit Cobras,
ABBA,
Ponytail,
Pantytec,
Parry Music,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kas Product,
Black Sheep,
Flipper,
Bush Tetras,
The Cramps,
Sam Rivers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Don Cherry,
MC5,
Flash Fearless,
Accadde A,
Thee Headcoats,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jeff Mills,
Ituana,
John Cale,
the Sonics,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.