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 Liechtenstein and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 harpsichord 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 John Coltrane to the jazz 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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
The Walker Brothers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
David Bowie,
Cecil Taylor,
Hot Snakes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rosa Yemen,
Harmonia,
Mo-Dettes,
Ludus,
Michelle Simonal,
Cal Tjader,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Litter,
The Pretty Things,
Amon Düül II,
Niagra,
Drive Like Jehu,
E-Dancer,
New Age Steppers,
Pylon,
Blossom Toes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Velvet Underground,
Bluetip,
Bill Near,
The Black Dice,
Joe Finger,
Jawbox,
Eddi Front,
Fluxion,
Excepter,
Stockholm Monsters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Last Poets,
In Retrospect,
Accadde A,
The Cure,
Bauhaus,
Suburban Knight,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cameo,
Todd Rundgren,
Grey Daturas,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Talk Talk,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mark Hollis,
Neil Young,
Radiohead,
The Knickerbockers,
Man Parrish,
Traffic Nightmare,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.