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 Costa Rica and from Glasgow.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the electroclash 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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
The Techniques,
Sparks,
Supertramp,
Henry Cow,
The Toasters,
The Velvet Underground,
Boz Scaggs,
John Foxx,
Tres Demented,
Subhumans,
Roxy Music,
Bush Tetras,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Human League,
Surgeon,
Theoretical Girls,
Moebius,
London Community Gospel Choir,
New Order,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Knickerbockers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Half Japanese,
Stiv Bators,
Sandy B,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sun City Girls,
Adolescents,
Rufus Thomas,
Symarip,
Slave,
Eddi Front,
Toni Rubio,
Bill Near,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Beau Brummels,
Vainqueur,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Cramps,
The Sound,
The Saints,
Jandek,
Steve Hackett,
Nation of Ulysses,
The New Christs,
Babytalk,
Maleditus Sound,
Con Funk Shun,
Zapp,
Black Moon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Moody Blues,
Leonard Cohen,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
These Immortal Souls,
The Dead C,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.