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 Somalia and from Houston.
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 Glasgow and Winnipeg.
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 spring reverb 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 The Dave Clark Five to the techno 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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Warren Ellis,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Angry Samoans,
Chris Corsano,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mars,
Tomorrow,
Dawn Penn,
Morten Harket,
Amazonics,
Can,
Smog,
Loose Ends,
Black Pus,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Q65,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Association,
Index,
Gang Starr,
Animal Collective,
The Gladiators,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Radiohead,
Harpers Bizarre,
Boz Scaggs,
The Knickerbockers,
Wings,
Pulsallama,
Quando Quango,
Agent Orange,
Bobby Womack,
Donald Byrd,
Derrick May,
Desert Stars,
Grey Daturas,
The Kinks,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Searchers,
These Immortal Souls,
Kas Product,
The American Breed,
The Invisible,
Deadbeat,
The Offenders,
K-Klass,
World's Most,
Minnie Riperton,
UT,
Underground Resistance,
Johnny Clarke,
The Flesh Eaters,
Babytalk,
The Young Rascals,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Move,
Robert Wyatt,
The Modern Lovers,
Tom Boy,
The Names,
The Fall,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.