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 Turkey 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 R.M.O. to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Lyres,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rosa Yemen,
Pulsallama,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tears for Fears,
Groovy Waters,
the Soft Cell,
Ultravox,
Althea and Donna,
Delon & Dalcan,
Surgeon,
The Electric Prunes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Youth Brigade,
David Bowie,
Pole,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Residents,
Tim Buckley,
Nico,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sarah Menescal,
Crash Course in Science,
Japan,
Bang On A Can,
The Dirtbombs,
Joe Smooth,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Pop Group,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Kinks,
Dual Sessions,
Adolescents,
UT,
Mantronix,
Glambeats Corp.,
This Heat,
Jawbox,
Model 500,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Radiohead,
Soulsonic Force,
The Remains,
Piero Umiliani,
Grauzone,
The Human League,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Monochrome Set,
Talk Talk,
Letta Mbulu,
The Velvet Underground,
Television,
Hasil Adkins,
Vainqueur,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Young Marble Giants,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Litter,
Malaria!,
Soft Cell,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.