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 Bulgaria and from London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 harpsichord 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 Duran Duran to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Brick,
Banda Bassotti,
The Invisible,
It's A Beautiful Day,
kango's stein massive,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Q and Not U,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Country Teasers,
Cheater Slicks,
Sight & Sound,
Jacob Miller,
Accadde A,
Gil Scott Heron,
Harpers Bizarre,
Drexciya,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Underground Resistance,
Zapp,
Kurtis Blow,
Ossler,
Masters at Work,
Mantronix,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dawn Penn,
The Trojans,
Minnie Riperton,
Spandau Ballet,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rakim,
Fatback Band,
Ten City,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Soft Cell,
Kerrie Biddell,
La Düsseldorf,
Funky Four + One,
Brass Construction,
Barbara Tucker,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Black Moon,
Magma,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Cramps,
New Order,
Roger Hodgson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Heaven 17,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Sonics,
Stereo Dub,
Dave Gahan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Victims,
Jeff Mills,
The Toasters,
Y Pants,
The Saints,
The Residents,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.