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 Iraq and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Section 25 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Colin Newman,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Red Krayola,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Aaron Thompson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eddi Front,
ABC,
Derrick May,
The Buckinghams,
Dead Boys,
Simply Red,
Lindisfarne,
Sound Behaviour,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kevin Saunderson,
Public Enemy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
CMW,
Rekid,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Accadde A,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
E-Dancer,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pulsallama,
The Angels of Light,
Jerry's Kids,
Gregory Isaacs,
Infiniti,
The Sound,
Zero Boys,
Cheater Slicks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Raincoats,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sex Pistols,
Lou Reed,
Pet Shop Boys,
Procol Harum,
Inner City,
The Tremeloes,
New Order,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pantytec,
Scott Walker,
Smog,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sixth Finger,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Beau Brummels,
The Wake,
Absolute Body Control,
Ronan,
The Offenders,
The Velvet Underground,
Jeru the Damaja,
Skaos,
Severed Heads,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.