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 Austria and from Spokane.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 snare 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 Duran Duran to the grunge 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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Camouflage,
Ice-T,
T.S.O.L.,
Royal Trux,
Dawn Penn,
The Neon Judgement,
Organ,
The Trojans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fat Boys,
Albert Ayler,
Steve Hackett,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Minor Threat,
the Swans,
Metal Thangz,
China Crisis,
Andrew Hill,
Blossom Toes,
The Sonics,
Cluster,
Godley & Creme,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Derrick May,
Eric Copeland,
Janne Schatter,
Soul Sonic Force,
E-Dancer,
Trumans Water,
Sex Pistols,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marcia Griffiths,
Spandau Ballet,
Curtis Mayfield,
kango's stein massive,
Popol Vuh,
The Gun Club,
Drive Like Jehu,
Accadde A,
The Victims,
Toni Rubio,
The Cramps,
Hardrive,
Y Pants,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Spoonie Gee,
Schoolly D,
Livin' Joy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Reuben Wilson,
The Moleskins,
Frankie Knuckles,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Excepter,
Ronan,
Cymande,
Second Layer,
The Dave Clark Five,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.