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 Argentina and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the crunk 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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Public Image Ltd.,
AZ,
Qualms,
Joe Finger,
Amon Düül,
The Litter,
Ituana,
Jerry Gold Smith,
New Age Steppers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Searchers,
Ossler,
Freddie Wadling,
The Victims,
The Real Kids,
The Human League,
Warren Ellis,
Aloha Tigers,
Sixth Finger,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Shuggie Otis,
Fluxion,
Saccharine Trust,
X-Ray Spex,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pulsallama,
Slave,
Goldenarms,
Ultra Naté,
Bill Wells,
John Holt,
Donny Hathaway,
The Red Krayola,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Count Five,
Blancmange,
Bill Near,
The Blues Magoos,
the Human League,
Henry Cow,
Franke,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Wolf Eyes,
Bauhaus,
Colin Newman,
Schoolly D,
Dead Boys,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Toasters,
Nas,
Man Eating Sloth,
Quadrant,
Mad Mike,
Byron Stingily,
Swans,
Avey Tare,
Lower 48,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Harry Pussy,
Warsaw,
Tim Buckley,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.