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 Papua New Guinea and from London.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 güiro 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 Liliput to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Porter Ricks,
The American Breed,
Gil Scott Heron,
Althea and Donna,
Monks,
Crime,
Ossler,
Reuben Wilson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Janne Schatter,
Joensuu 1685,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ronnie Foster,
Aaron Thompson,
Robert Hood,
The Divine Comedy,
The Angels of Light,
Faust,
Graham Central Station,
Judy Mowatt,
Radiohead,
Buzzcocks,
Trumans Water,
Scott Walker,
Marcia Griffiths,
Max Romeo,
Blake Baxter,
Ultimate Spinach,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Massinfluence,
Motorama,
The Litter,
Josef K,
U.S. Maple,
R.M.O.,
Leonard Cohen,
Brass Construction,
Fela Kuti,
Banda Bassotti,
Index,
June of 44,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Basic Channel,
The Evens,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Royal Trux,
Outsiders,
Newcleus,
Mantronix,
MDC,
Livin' Joy,
Masters at Work,
Liliput,
Tomorrow,
Derrick Morgan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Avey Tare,
Barbara Tucker,
The Trojans,
Grey Daturas,
Procol Harum,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.