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 Tajikistan 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 arpeggiator 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the grunge 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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Idris Muhammad,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sun City Girls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Star Department,
Rotary Connection,
Cymande,
Sugar Minott,
Iggy Pop,
Ultravox,
Rakim,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Prince Buster,
New Age Steppers,
Sparks,
Stiv Bators,
Josef K,
Ossler,
Blancmange,
Absolute Body Control,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dual Sessions,
Hot Snakes,
Intrusion,
Tommy Roe,
Television,
Sällskapet,
Ultra Naté,
Newcleus,
Technova,
Skarface,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Todd Rundgren,
MDC,
Skriet,
Dave Gahan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Suburban Knight,
Nick Fraelich,
The Standells,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Radio Birdman,
Roger Hodgson,
Yazoo,
This Heat,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ice-T,
Byron Stingily,
Ten City,
Robert Görl,
Morten Harket,
Roxy Music,
Jesper Dahlback,
New York Dolls,
Roxette,
Crash Course in Science,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.