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 Micronesia 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 New York and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 theremin 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 Country Teasers to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
The Zeros,
The Remains,
JFA,
Mars,
Urselle,
Pere Ubu,
Subhumans,
Mandrill,
Ludus,
Lebanon Hanover,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Barracudas,
Warren Ellis,
The Vogues,
The Names,
Panda Bear,
Jerry's Kids,
The Fortunes,
Ice-T,
UT,
Moby Grape,
World's Most,
Eric Copeland,
Ultravox,
Toni Rubio,
Aural Exciters,
The Stooges,
Accadde A,
Pierre Henry,
Organ,
Bluetip,
Moebius,
Arthur Verocai,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fela Kuti,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Schoolly D,
The Birthday Party,
The Raincoats,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Happenings,
The Fall,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Half Japanese,
Kerrie Biddell,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Christie,
Masters at Work,
The Saints,
Todd Rundgren,
Derrick Morgan,
Slick Rick,
Inner City,
Section 25,
Chrome,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Wake,
Gichy Dan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Connie Case,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.