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 El Salvador 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Jakarta.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Arcadia 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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Names,
The Smiths,
Grandmaster Flash,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Black Dice,
Pussy Galore,
The Standells,
Chris & Cosey,
Andrew Hill,
AZ,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Von Mondo,
Oblivians,
Jacques Brel,
Peter & Gordon,
The Busters,
Public Enemy,
Crooked Eye,
Chrome,
Bootsy Collins,
Curtis Mayfield,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Scion,
Ituana,
Eli Mardock,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mad Mike,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tomorrow,
The Move,
Eden Ahbez,
Circle Jerks,
Dave Gahan,
La Düsseldorf,
Bad Manners,
Pharoah Sanders,
Japan,
The Gories,
Livin' Joy,
Nico,
Donny Hathaway,
Drive Like Jehu,
Blake Baxter,
Judy Mowatt,
Silicon Teens,
Ultravox,
Alice Coltrane,
Kerrie Biddell,
Moby Grape,
Scientists,
John Lydon,
Desert Stars,
kango's stein massive,
China Crisis,
The Pop Group,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Q and Not U,
Gabor Szabo,
Kenny Larkin,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.