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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Jerry's Kids to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Unrelated Segments,
Quando Quango,
Kurtis Blow,
ABBA,
Tubeway Army,
Swell Maps,
Black Flag,
Stetsasonic,
Jimmy McGriff,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Aloha Tigers,
B.T. Express,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bronski Beat,
The Residents,
Essential Logic,
Byron Stingily,
Gichy Dan,
Marmalade,
Fatback Band,
R.M.O.,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Idris Muhammad,
Ultra Naté,
Ultravox,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Babytalk,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Moby Grape,
Stereo Dub,
Amon Düül II,
The Walker Brothers,
EPMD,
Oblivians,
Skriet,
Malaria!,
The Moody Blues,
The Blues Magoos,
Con Funk Shun,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jeff Mills,
Prince Buster,
The Golliwogs,
Flash Fearless,
The Wake,
The Trojans,
Pantaleimon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
David McCallum,
The Real Kids,
Agent Orange,
Fluxion,
Lou Reed,
China Crisis,
Japan,
Buzzcocks,
Hashim,
Theoretical Girls,
Wally Richardson,
Dennis Brown,
Grey Daturas,
Agitation Free,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.