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 Suriname and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Monks to the techno 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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Marine Girls,
Jerry's Kids,
Nico,
The Electric Prunes,
Blake Baxter,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
K-Klass,
Frankie Knuckles,
Johnny Osbourne,
CMW,
June of 44,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Monochrome Set,
One Last Wish,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Brick,
The Saints,
Index,
Q65,
Electric Prunes,
Skarface,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pagans,
Thee Headcoats,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Erasure,
The Wake,
Black Flag,
Bobby Womack,
Moebius,
Franke,
kango's stein massive,
Scratch Acid,
The Names,
Arcadia,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
X-101,
Minutemen,
F. McDonald,
Buzzcocks,
Moby Grape,
Bluetip,
The Selecter,
Black Bananas,
Skriet,
Pharoah Sanders,
Model 500,
Kerri Chandler,
Slick Rick,
The Neon Judgement,
Laurel Aitken,
Barbara Tucker,
Joe Smooth,
Half Japanese,
Carl Craig,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Erykah Badu,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.