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 Lyon.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tehran.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
The United States of America,
the Human League,
Eve St. Jones,
Public Image Ltd.,
Darondo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Andrew Hill,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Sound,
Vladislav Delay,
Kerri Chandler,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nico,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Tremeloes,
Cybotron,
Todd Terry,
Main Source,
Inner City,
the Germs,
The Vogues,
Ronan,
Hasil Adkins,
cv313,
Amazonics,
Supertramp,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Yellowson,
Pantaleimon,
Nik Kershaw,
Drive Like Jehu,
John Coltrane,
The Busters,
Angry Samoans,
Curtis Mayfield,
Silicon Teens,
Janne Schatter,
Rod Modell,
Robert Wyatt,
The Divine Comedy,
ABC,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Wings,
Black Moon,
Panda Bear,
Boz Scaggs,
Metal Thangz,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Toasters,
Lalo Schifrin,
Wire,
The Electric Prunes,
Dead Boys,
Au Pairs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Theoretical Girls,
Tomorrow,
CMW,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.