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 India 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 güiro 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 Gang Gang Dance to the techno 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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Girls At Our Best!,
Stockholm Monsters,
June Days,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Schoolly D,
Neil Young,
Wasted Youth,
Eric Dolphy,
Carl Craig,
The Blackbyrds,
Hot Snakes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Steve Hackett,
Mission of Burma,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Monks,
Rites of Spring,
Erykah Badu,
Avey Tare,
Faust,
MC5,
Roxy Music,
The Gap Band,
The Tremeloes,
Siglo XX,
Dorothy Ashby,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bush Tetras,
Television Personalities,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Joy Division,
Loose Ends,
Pere Ubu,
Liliput,
Banda Bassotti,
The Moody Blues,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scrapy,
Oblivians,
Amazonics,
Motorama,
Camberwell Now,
Country Teasers,
The Pretty Things,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Kinks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lalann,
New Order,
a-ha,
Jawbox,
R.M.O.,
Babytalk,
Fela Kuti,
Negative Approach,
Jeff Lynne,
Jandek,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.