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 Grenada and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 linndrum 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 Eden Ahbez to the electroclash 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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
The Beau Brummels,
Marmalade,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sarah Menescal,
Mad Mike,
Neu!,
Marvin Gaye,
Sixth Finger,
Al Stewart,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tom Boy,
Ken Boothe,
the Sonics,
Ossler,
The Count Five,
Iggy Pop,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
In Retrospect,
Hasil Adkins,
The Leaves,
The Last Poets,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
L. Decosne,
Tres Demented,
Index,
Roxette,
Q65,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dark Day,
The Real Kids,
The Buckinghams,
Freddie Wadling,
Deakin,
Donny Hathaway,
Janne Schatter,
Black Bananas,
Silicon Teens,
Newcleus,
Eric Copeland,
The Standells,
Pet Shop Boys,
K-Klass,
The Moleskins,
Rites of Spring,
Jesper Dahlback,
Depeche Mode,
The Wake,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Visage,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bang On A Can,
48th St. Collective,
Livin' Joy,
Amazonics,
Lindisfarne,
Arcadia,
Soul Sonic Force,
Essential Logic,
PIL,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.