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 Gambia and from Lyon.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Johannesburg.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Delon & Dalcan to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Half Japanese,
One Last Wish,
Neil Young,
Rotary Connection,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Idris Muhammad,
Pussy Galore,
Tom Boy,
Outsiders,
X-Ray Spex,
Ultravox,
Young Marble Giants,
Delta 5,
Brick,
Robert Görl,
Second Layer,
Magma,
Max Romeo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Janne Schatter,
Massinfluence,
Darondo,
Ohio Players,
The Walker Brothers,
Al Stewart,
Harry Pussy,
The Fall,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
ABC,
Negative Approach,
Das Ding,
Big Daddy Kane,
Boz Scaggs,
Kurtis Blow,
Pagans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Skarface,
Alice Coltrane,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tres Demented,
Grey Daturas,
In Retrospect,
Pere Ubu,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Flash Fearless,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marine Girls,
Soft Cell,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Aloha Tigers,
Sparks,
ABBA,
Heaven 17,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Cowsills,
B.T. Express,
Subhumans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tears for Fears,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.