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 Albania and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 marimba 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 Trumans Water to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Banda Bassotti,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Birthday Party,
Don Cherry,
Jerry's Kids,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Q and Not U,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Al Stewart,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pierre Henry,
AZ,
Robert Hood,
The Doors,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lungfish,
Ossler,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kaleidoscope,
Warsaw,
Soul II Soul,
Aaron Thompson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eve St. Jones,
X-Ray Spex,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Moebius,
The Cowsills,
Talk Talk,
E-Dancer,
Cecil Taylor,
Slave,
La Düsseldorf,
PIL,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cameo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Wake,
Sun Ra,
Yazoo,
The Fortunes,
Fatback Band,
Vainqueur,
Public Enemy,
Lindisfarne,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jeff Lynne,
Make Up,
The Litter,
Nirvana,
Oneida,
Tropical Tobacco,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.