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 Botswana and from Stockholm.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 sitar 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 Minnie Riperton 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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Josef K,
Flamin' Groovies,
Blancmange,
Country Teasers,
Crime,
Wire,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Angry Samoans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jacques Brel,
MDC,
Peter & Gordon,
The Sonics,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Idris Muhammad,
Cybotron,
Kas Product,
Pussy Galore,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Music Machine,
Amon Düül II,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Searchers,
Jeff Lynne,
Darondo,
New Order,
Ultimate Spinach,
Los Fastidios,
E-Dancer,
Theoretical Girls,
Moby Grape,
Cecil Taylor,
LL Cool J,
Masters at Work,
Roger Hodgson,
Grey Daturas,
The Slits,
AZ,
Nick Fraelich,
Fugazi,
The Blues Magoos,
KRS-One,
Soulsonic Force,
Negative Approach,
Wings,
Magazine,
Stereo Dub,
Brothers Johnson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lalann,
The Victims,
Spandau Ballet,
Roxy Music,
Pagans,
Section 25,
Todd Terry,
Zero Boys,
Nils Olav,
Eyeless In Gaza,
ABBA,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.