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 Dominican Republic and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Public Enemy to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Grauzone,
Second Layer,
Mandrill,
X-Ray Spex,
Bobby Byrd,
Anakelly,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Warren Ellis,
The Five Americans,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Simply Red,
Quadrant,
Yazoo,
the Human League,
The Golliwogs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Don Cherry,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Das Ding,
The Monks,
Amazonics,
Black Moon,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Knickerbockers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Spoonie Gee,
Mark Hollis,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Music Machine,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Flesh Eaters,
Camouflage,
The Victims,
Kaleidoscope,
One Last Wish,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mars,
The Pop Group,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eden Ahbez,
Tom Boy,
Von Mondo,
Colin Newman,
Vladislav Delay,
Crooked Eye,
Liliput,
The Sonics,
Sällskapet,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ronnie Foster,
Gang of Four,
Lou Christie,
Joe Smooth,
The Slackers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Byron Stingily,
Swans,
Neu!,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.