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 Nicaragua and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 guitar 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the punk 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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ludus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Lyres,
Peter and Kerry,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pagans,
Ronan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Zapp,
Tubeway Army,
Radiohead,
Lou Christie,
Young Marble Giants,
Michelle Simonal,
Flash Fearless,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bill Near,
Clear Light,
Silicon Teens,
The Misunderstood,
Massinfluence,
Marine Girls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Das Ding,
Colin Newman,
The Kinks,
Eli Mardock,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Slits,
Jeru the Damaja,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
JFA,
Pierre Henry,
Thompson Twins,
Johnny Osbourne,
Make Up,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pole,
Ten City,
David Bowie,
Alison Limerick,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Donald Byrd,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Surgeon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Fuzztones,
Absolute Body Control,
Kas Product,
Nas,
Wolf Eyes,
New York Dolls,
The Fall,
Minor Threat,
Average White Band,
Can,
Flamin' Groovies,
Danielle Patucci,
Aloha Tigers,
Cal Tjader,
Eurythmics,
Suicide,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.