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 Cairo.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Morten Harket to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
The Toasters,
Cal Tjader,
The Slits,
Au Pairs,
Swell Maps,
The Cure,
Dave Gahan,
Pantaleimon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Electric Prunes,
Nico,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Funky Four + One,
The Music Machine,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Shuggie Otis,
Aswad,
John Coltrane,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tears for Fears,
Marmalade,
Second Layer,
Anthony Braxton,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mad Mike,
Pylon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ultimate Spinach,
Johnny Osbourne,
Delta 5,
Wally Richardson,
Big Daddy Kane,
CMW,
Zapp,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
China Crisis,
Joensuu 1685,
a-ha,
Symarip,
In Retrospect,
Rufus Thomas,
The New Christs,
Heaven 17,
Whodini,
Scott Walker,
Black Bananas,
Toni Rubio,
Cheater Slicks,
The Litter,
Iggy Pop,
Metal Thangz,
Minutemen,
Reuben Wilson,
Main Source,
Tommy Roe,
Lalo Schifrin,
Peter and Kerry,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Alice Coltrane,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.