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 Laos and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
The Stooges,
The Slackers,
Vainqueur,
Supertramp,
Slick Rick,
Guru Guru,
Japan,
Heaven 17,
Newcleus,
Magma,
Anakelly,
The Slits,
Cybotron,
Amon Düül II,
Al Stewart,
Deakin,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
John Foxx,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Music Machine,
Shuggie Otis,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Last Poets,
Roy Ayers,
The Invisible,
Black Moon,
The Pop Group,
Circle Jerks,
The Motions,
Grauzone,
Camberwell Now,
Eurythmics,
Jeru the Damaja,
Animal Collective,
Bob Dylan,
The Gap Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Stockholm Monsters,
Yellowson,
Groovy Waters,
Scan 7,
Erykah Badu,
Isaac Hayes,
Moss Icon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
kango's stein massive,
Dual Sessions,
Half Japanese,
48th St. Collective,
Wings,
Sixth Finger,
Second Layer,
Godley & Creme,
Bill Near,
Model 500,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Pretty Things,
The Victims,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.