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 Dominican Republic and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Gun Club,
Jerry's Kids,
MC5,
The Fugs,
Letta Mbulu,
The Grass Roots,
Fela Kuti,
The Happenings,
Faust,
Fluxion,
JFA,
The Red Krayola,
the Germs,
Eli Mardock,
The Neon Judgement,
Popol Vuh,
John Cale,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kayak,
The Count Five,
Procol Harum,
Leonard Cohen,
Slave,
The Invisible,
The Real Kids,
Steve Hackett,
Ronnie Foster,
The J.B.'s,
Nas,
Lightning Bolt,
Half Japanese,
Nils Olav,
Franke,
MDC,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Delta 5,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Terry Callier,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tomorrow,
Make Up,
the Human League,
Goldenarms,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sarah Menescal,
Joyce Sims,
Pantytec,
Thompson Twins,
The Skatalites,
Bill Near,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Pretty Things,
Audionom,
Scientists,
The Angels of Light,
Radio Birdman,
X-101,
Das Ding,
Ten City,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.