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 Gambia and from Calgary.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Black Flag to the disco 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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Henry Cow,
Joey Negro,
Tomorrow,
Gerry Rafferty,
Popol Vuh,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Gories,
The Doobie Brothers,
Crash Course in Science,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fat Boys,
The Mojo Men,
Soul II Soul,
The Music Machine,
Kayak,
Nils Olav,
Ronan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Liliput,
Franke,
Surgeon,
Scan 7,
Public Image Ltd.,
cv313,
Delta 5,
Gichy Dan,
Siglo XX,
Hoover,
Bluetip,
Simply Red,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Blossom Toes,
The Detroit Cobras,
La Düsseldorf,
Circle Jerks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Flesh Eaters,
Graham Central Station,
Quantec,
The Stooges,
Deakin,
Chrome,
The Leaves,
The Black Dice,
The Fire Engines,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Young Rascals,
Accadde A,
Wire,
Arcadia,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bang On A Can,
Traffic Nightmare,
Derrick May,
Minnie Riperton,
Rakim,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.