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 Israel and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 H. Thieme to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Boz Scaggs,
D'Angelo,
Byron Stingily,
Maleditus Sound,
Marine Girls,
Cameo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Blancmange,
Joe Smooth,
The Cure,
Livin' Joy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Underground Resistance,
E-Dancer,
The Offenders,
Fear,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bauhaus,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Gun Club,
Camouflage,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Outsiders,
The Invisible,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Evens,
The Gap Band,
Erykah Badu,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Joyce Sims,
Scan 7,
Negative Approach,
Excepter,
David Axelrod,
Cymande,
Scott Walker,
Fugazi,
Roy Ayers,
Darondo,
Black Pus,
Leonard Cohen,
Blake Baxter,
The Fugs,
Zapp,
Traffic Nightmare,
Terrestrial Tones,
Moss Icon,
Agitation Free,
Mandrill,
Intrusion,
Glenn Branca,
Bluetip,
Nirvana,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Birthday Party,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Modern Lovers,
Kaleidoscope,
Henry Cow,
Trumans Water,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.