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 Philippines and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Judy Mowatt to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks 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 rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
The Seeds,
The Music Machine,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Minny Pops,
Peter & Gordon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Magazine,
Vladislav Delay,
The Smoke,
Urselle,
Guru Guru,
Suburban Knight,
the Bar-Kays,
PIL,
Shuggie Otis,
Deakin,
Sarah Menescal,
Iggy Pop,
Motorama,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Grass Roots,
Rosa Yemen,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Stiv Bators,
Newcleus,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Babytalk,
Pierre Henry,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bob Dylan,
Simply Red,
The Selecter,
The United States of America,
John Holt,
Crime,
Symarip,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Busters,
JFA,
Rakim,
Alison Limerick,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fluxion,
Underground Resistance,
Lou Christie,
Whodini,
The Happenings,
Mars,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Franke,
Swans,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Golliwogs,
Thompson Twins,
Easy Going,
Amon Düül II,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Con Funk Shun,
D'Angelo,
The Beau Brummels,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.