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 Haiti and from New York.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Carl Craig to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Rekid,
Gastr Del Sol,
Swell Maps,
Man Parrish,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Suicide,
Joyce Sims,
Cheater Slicks,
Harry Pussy,
Circle Jerks,
Lou Reed,
Drexciya,
Ken Boothe,
Flipper,
Kurtis Blow,
The Tremeloes,
The Black Dice,
Jeff Lynne,
B.T. Express,
Crime,
Pharoah Sanders,
Can,
Duran Duran,
Funky Four + One,
Half Japanese,
Hasil Adkins,
Lou Christie,
John Holt,
Cecil Taylor,
Cymande,
Blossom Toes,
Gong,
Slick Rick,
Iggy Pop,
Jacob Miller,
Q and Not U,
The Gladiators,
The Detroit Cobras,
Albert Ayler,
Bauhaus,
Ultimate Spinach,
Basic Channel,
Neil Young,
Ronnie Foster,
Stiv Bators,
Eddi Front,
FM Einheit,
The Names,
Country Teasers,
Zero Boys,
Gang Gang Dance,
Amon Düül II,
The American Breed,
One Last Wish,
Eric Copeland,
Black Bananas,
Steve Hackett,
MC5,
Echospace,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.