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 Kuwait and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mexico City.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sun City Girls to the dance 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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
The Move,
Black Pus,
Fad Gadget,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Amon Düül,
Maleditus Sound,
The Young Rascals,
Lightning Bolt,
Guru Guru,
Deadbeat,
Godley & Creme,
The Trojans,
The Sound,
A Flock of Seagulls,
World's Most,
Marcia Griffiths,
Deepchord,
Harry Pussy,
Johnny Clarke,
The Happenings,
Bizarre Inc.,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fear,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Popol Vuh,
Tropical Tobacco,
Faust,
Index,
Thee Headcoats,
Sex Pistols,
PIL,
Boredoms,
New York Dolls,
K-Klass,
Ten City,
The Birthday Party,
Soul Sonic Force,
X-101,
Peter and Kerry,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Mojo Men,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Busters,
Mars,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
R.M.O.,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Chrome,
The Searchers,
Hashim,
Charles Mingus,
Rotary Connection,
Inner City,
Cybotron,
Nico,
Kurtis Blow,
Hardrive,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.