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 Mexico and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the sitar 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 Oblivians to the rap 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 the Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Steve Hackett,
Barclay James Harvest,
Flash Fearless,
David Axelrod,
The Cowsills,
Erykah Badu,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Deadbeat,
Faust,
Organ,
The Fugs,
The Leaves,
Graham Central Station,
Ohio Players,
kango's stein massive,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pulsallama,
The Tremeloes,
Warren Ellis,
Davy DMX,
June Days,
The Pretty Things,
Popol Vuh,
Gang Green,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Skatalites,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ponytail,
Aloha Tigers,
MDC,
Dennis Brown,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Alison Limerick,
Saccharine Trust,
Scan 7,
K-Klass,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Doobie Brothers,
Japan,
Dave Gahan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Robert Wyatt,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Hot Snakes,
Godley & Creme,
Janne Schatter,
Ultravox,
The Music Machine,
Oblivians,
Marine Girls,
David Bowie,
The Slackers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Charles Mingus,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
8 Eyed Spy,
PIL,
Toni Rubio,
ABC,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Smog,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.