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 Angola and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Little Man to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Neu!,
Darondo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Excepter,
Popol Vuh,
Dark Day,
Public Enemy,
Q65,
The Raincoats,
Derrick May,
Gang Gang Dance,
Depeche Mode,
Glenn Branca,
Electric Prunes,
The Star Department,
Big Daddy Kane,
Robert Görl,
Dual Sessions,
Liliput,
The Electric Prunes,
The Mummies,
Brass Construction,
Grauzone,
Harmonia,
Lyres,
Ultimate Spinach,
Young Marble Giants,
Letta Mbulu,
the Association,
Wolf Eyes,
Arthur Verocai,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Smoke,
The Beau Brummels,
Shoche,
Dorothy Ashby,
A Certain Ratio,
Godley & Creme,
Hoover,
Patti Smith,
Soft Cell,
The Fire Engines,
Simply Red,
The Shadows of Knight,
Amazonics,
a-ha,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pagans,
Jandek,
Rosa Yemen,
The Modern Lovers,
Slave,
The J.B.'s,
The Alarm Clocks,
Brothers Johnson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gong,
Oneida,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.