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 Germany 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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Donny Hathaway to the rap 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Ludus,
The Residents,
Kayak,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Buzzcocks,
Harry Pussy,
Byron Stingily,
Cameo,
Japan,
Glenn Branca,
The Gap Band,
Lindisfarne,
DJ Style,
Basic Channel,
Lungfish,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Pop Group,
Pantytec,
Liliput,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Symarip,
Minor Threat,
Cymande,
Marine Girls,
Crash Course in Science,
Electric Prunes,
the Human League,
X-Ray Spex,
The Knickerbockers,
Whodini,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Simply Red,
Erykah Badu,
Cybotron,
Bobbi Humphrey,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Johnny Clarke,
Ronan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Youth Brigade,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Brand Nubian,
Morten Harket,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Skatalites,
Half Japanese,
Sarah Menescal,
Easy Going,
the Soft Cell,
Ossler,
Harmonia,
Todd Rundgren,
The Names,
Subhumans,
Freddie Wadling,
Porter Ricks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sight & Sound,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.