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 Pakistan and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Woodstock.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 E-Dancer to the techno 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Marmalade,
Hashim,
The Dirtbombs,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ronnie Foster,
Fluxion,
Bobby Womack,
Blancmange,
Kaleidoscope,
Crime,
Kurtis Blow,
The Pretty Things,
The Leaves,
The Electric Prunes,
Maurizio,
The Skatalites,
Q65,
ABBA,
The Sound,
Skriet,
The Barracudas,
Joe Finger,
Underground Resistance,
Iggy Pop,
Lungfish,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Monks,
The Evens,
Nation of Ulysses,
Whodini,
Public Enemy,
The Doors,
Suburban Knight,
Eli Mardock,
Ossler,
Panda Bear,
the Germs,
Harpers Bizarre,
Magma,
Black Pus,
The Angels of Light,
Malaria!,
The Vogues,
Rites of Spring,
Lalo Schifrin,
Brothers Johnson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bill Wells,
Porter Ricks,
Altered Images,
LL Cool J,
Erasure,
Soft Cell,
Bad Manners,
Piero Umiliani,
The Neon Judgement,
Electric Prunes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Minnie Riperton,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Trojans,
Black Moon,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.