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 Congo and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Lou Reed 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 Harmonia 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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
New York Dolls,
Sällskapet,
Mantronix,
Guru Guru,
MDC,
Derrick Morgan,
Bad Manners,
Grandmaster Flash,
Swell Maps,
Delon & Dalcan,
Babytalk,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ohio Players,
Eden Ahbez,
Franke,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
David Bowie,
Curtis Mayfield,
Joy Division,
Wings,
Rapeman,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Thompson Twins,
Glenn Branca,
Jacques Brel,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Index,
Slave,
Dave Gahan,
The Grass Roots,
Chris Corsano,
The Barracudas,
Youth Brigade,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cheater Slicks,
The Tremeloes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Loose Ends,
Jesper Dahlback,
Morten Harket,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pantaleimon,
Symarip,
Max Romeo,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Oneida,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
ABBA,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Pop Group,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pylon,
Todd Rundgren,
the Bar-Kays,
Fad Gadget,
Lebanon Hanover,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.