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 Malta and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Madrid.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the electroclash 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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Model 500,
The Dead C,
Zero Boys,
E-Dancer,
The Angels of Light,
Sound Behaviour,
Eurythmics,
Cal Tjader,
Cybotron,
Skaos,
Tom Boy,
Mad Mike,
Robert Görl,
The Kinks,
Blossom Toes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Gap Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Talk Talk,
Interpol,
CMW,
Grauzone,
The Music Machine,
Pagans,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fad Gadget,
Wings,
Bronski Beat,
Lightning Bolt,
Max Romeo,
Chris & Cosey,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kaleidoscope,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Skriet,
X-102,
The Velvet Underground,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Wake,
The Doobie Brothers,
Quadrant,
The Tremeloes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tubeway Army,
Soul II Soul,
Ronnie Foster,
Adolescents,
Thee Headcoats,
Blancmange,
The Seeds,
Brothers Johnson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Barbara Tucker,
Faust,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nils Olav,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.